Killer G`s Lyrics

Killer G`s lyrics

Yeah the Dayton family in this bitch for the 9 6 fool
Know what I'm sayin
DTS
and I ain't talkin about downtown security bitch
Dayton Avenue be
true nigga
I'm out for murder motherfuckers get prepared to go
And when I
toot I gotta shoot and leave hoes cold in snow
My whole objective in this
game is kill and show no pain
Get a fool for his chains
and raise more
throws and blows than Dana Dane
I'm always strappin on the jackin for your
chains I'm droolin
And checkin socks for the fat knots who the fuck you
think you foolin
Runnin from the sirens, stop the violence I ain't heard
that shit
Come in the hood, park at the club and find your ride on
bricks
Down where I dwell, them boys ain't ??? so motherfuck your
crew
Bring weed I smoke and sell more coke than Coca-Cola do
I'm built to
last, up in that ass my crew makes all the noise
How you lookin like Emmitt
Smith, runnin back to get your boys
Its do or die and bitch believe me I'm
not tryin to go
Many men have tried and failed, but those that failed can
come no more
I pledge allegiance to the flag, but there ain't no stars or
stripes
Just thugs, a bunch of drugs and the big thick bitches with
crack
pipes
A vigilante gettin panties by some jaked up flake
To much
to count, I stack amount ain't nothin about me fake
Nobody move nobody die
so bitch don't move in inch
And I'm puttin slugs in any bitch that I even
think might of flinched
Its time to bail, my since of smell is what cocaine
intices
Bail with Joe ?Staley? tried to ban me cause of high yea yo
prices
And on that note, I quote I'm deep and I'll stick yo mama up
He
got ten G's and an eigth in the safe, niggas you know what's up
?? fools
arousin for them thousands and that yea yo stash
Drunk off that whiskey fuck
John ?Cisk?, I'm fittin to rob his ass
When shit gets tight, like Barry White
I practice what I preach
Little shorties wanna be down like Brandy when they
hear me speak
The B double
O-T-L-E-G-T-H-E-R-A-P
C-A-P-O-N-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E
Chorus: repeat
4X
D-O-to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E a killa
(G, D-A-Y-T-O-N
killa)
F-L-I-N-T don't wanna see another killer G
(G's, these are
motherfuckin killas)
He's a killa off Dayton Avenue, he's quick to point
that glock at you
I catch you and I dead you, I got you if I shot at
you
Runnin for your life again, a victim of a homicide
I'm down for
pumpin your chest, open your chest real fuckin wide
You fuckin with a
murderer, Caddie Coup burglar
sweep you off your Dana's, when you see me I'l
be serving a
Ziggy zag, 44 mag fuckin public enemy
Shakin and bakin and
takin yo shit
Beatin your pussy and wreckin yo shit
Sendin you bitches up
on yo way, that's the way face the ray
Diggen them as they body lay, pickin
them with this oozie spray
Gats and glocks, moeny and rocks you best to
believe I gets the loot
Fuckin you in your booty hole, punk cause you's a
rudy poo
I empty this clip, so don't you slip, fuck around and trip
Three
killas in the hood, got yo goods, pilled yo cap and dip
Gotta ?? on my way on
this set is like initiation
My posse pack more pumps than a motherfuckin gas
station
Better watch that yea that you've been boomon in this dry
town
Kickin down yo door bitch and you bitches best to lie down
a
skitzofranic that's makin you panic when I pull this gage
I do more licks
and throw more kicks, than Johnny Cage
I'm fuckin what you been talkin,
you've been walkin
stalkin like a hawk and
trigger be triggin when I
click it cause my pain ain't stickin
Its do or die we multiply on the for
reala
But ask yo motherfuckin mother he's a motherfuckin killa
Chorus