Killa Kali Lyrics

Killa Kali lyrics

(Talk)

Good evening

Welcome to channel 187 Murder 1 News

Tonight we
focus on the city of Vallejo in the state of California

Where five black
men were found dead at the water front

From various gunshot wounds

This
brings the homicide rate in the state of California to one of the

highest in
the nation

And is now known to you as killa kali



(Verse 1)

The
state of California niggas call it killa kali

Murder weapons in the river
bodies found in the alleys

Bring the yellow tape

Body bags gettin
zipped up

Heads blown off wit they insides ripped up

Mobile phones
flipped up

Factors callin shots

Bitch made niggas its some real niggas
on the block

Cause every hood got a trigga happy nigga

That don't give
a fuck about puttin two in your liver

But how you figure you can do dirt
and stay clean

Niggas like that get pronounced dead on the scene

Aint
no winnin teams cause everybody taken losses in they hood

Reminiscin on
they niggas man I wish I could

Bring back the homies that I lost up in that
funk season

Gotta check myself or let that alcohol be the reason

So I
just poor a little liquor on the concrete

For my dead homies and the ones
who aint gone see the streets

Locked up with the rest of the locs

But
whatever the reason my folks are walkin the yard

Or gettin they guts
some

Tryin to make it home but I think they

Safer in that pin cause
niggas on gin be lettin them Mack 10's

Bust 32 times

And niggas who
aint in it gettin shot by

Standards on the block

Smokin like
bomb

Fools given up they cell

Gettin sideways leaven them t-shirts
soakin wet

Retaliation is a must

So now you know them niggas you was
funkin wit

Gone be at yo do so

Keep yo hand on yo nina in the
valley

Or get dumped in the alley

Fuckin around in killa
kali



(Chorus 1)

Mothers on they knees

Wit tears in they eyes
why

(cause killa kali is the state of the drive by)

Mothers on they
knees

Wit tears in they eyes why

(cause killa kali is the state of the
drive by)



(Chorus 2)

It's killa kali It's killa
kali

buddahba

It's killa kali It's killa kali

buck buck

It's
killa kali It's killa kali

budduhba

It's killa kali It's killa
kali

buck buck



(Verse 2)

The killins on

Aint even safe
when you at home

Whatever dirt you do

gone follow you until you
gone

So pack ya chrome

And handle your own cause potnas tend to
run

Walked in the party 10 deep and only left wit one

Real nigga on
your team

But you know how it is

Can't even trust them niggas that you
knew since you was kids

It aint no thang

I let them niggas have it
to

Bitch up and I switch up on that ass before I blast you

And fools
better watch them hoes in they mix

Seen them choosen and you bid on that
set up for a six

foot ditch with your family in front of you

So many
niggas slip

That's how they slide a bitch up under you

I wonder whose
the next nigga

To catch a bullet for sex nigga

Thought you was cock
until they chopped you with them tecs nigga

I think the game is on its last
leg

Trigga happy niggas wit no heart

It aint no used to be

For your
life

cause out here they quick to take they own

Snortin that
Peruvian

On Hennessey you know they gone

Cant tell a nigga shit in the
9-5

All about they scrilla doin niggas in on the side

Bellin through yo
hood buckin fools down

Gettin caught slippin with they mutherfuckin pants
down

Sleep with one eye open in the valley

cause everything you love'll
get smoked up in killa kali



(Chorus 1)



(Chorus
2)



(Verse 3)

California niggas be plottin on fools

Jackin
mutherfuckers for them daytons

And leave that ol' school

Sittin on with
yo face in the dash

two in the back of yo head

Rip yo pockets of then
laugh

Then you got them fools on the track pullin out glocks

Pistol
whippin niggas till they drop

Reach in they draws and take they
rocks

They money

They rings and they chains

Without a skimask
on

But cant complain

Its all in the game

Follow one of them ballers
to  they residence

tyin niggas up

Lookin for them dead
presidents

Its for the money

You know the scratch but now we call it
scrilla

It turned them kali niggas into straight killas

Set trippin on
a daily basis

Vietnam aint shit on what a nigga in the hood faces

1-8-7
case

Cop into a lesser charge

Three strikes

Hit you with that
L

Lock behind bars

Bellin wit a strap

Punks seem like its
waitin

To catch a nigga slippin or get killed over conversation

Fuckin
wit bitch will get you killed quick

Niggas let they hoes mow down they
homies on the real beitch

Fools come to kali thinkin club med

Caught up
in the cross fire when them sets bump heads

Keep yo hand on ya nina in the
valley

Or everything you love'll get smoked up in killa
kali



(Chorus 1)