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lirik lagu killa c - city 2 city

[intro: tech n9ne]
i really ain’t got no commitment, except to my n~ggas
hah hah
k!lla c
bg motherf~ckin bullet wound
this tech n9ne talking to all you motherf~ckers
city to city
state to state, n~gga
do that sh~t
drunk as f~ck too
45, all that sh~t, caribou lou [?] finish, n~gga

[chorus: bg bullet wound]
city to city, n~gga
state to state, boy
the only city that’s known for making noise
and we gon get it crackin, n~gga
keep it 100 with gangstas, till it happen, n~gga
city to city, n~gga
state to state, boy
the only city that’s known for making noise
and we gon get it crackin, n~gga
keep it 100 with gangstas, till it happen, n~gga

[verse 1: k!lla c]
straight off the plain, right to the booth
imma ride with bg, i got love for the duse
city to city, state to state
real f~ckin dumb, thinkin crime don’t pay
imma cash this check, by any means necessary
fry the f~ckin chicken, cause i don’t need a battery
in case you don’t know, my speach, my flow
k!ll them snitches, sell that dope
f~ck the police, wire tappin phone calls
imma tell the judge he can suck my f~ckin b~lls
all i’m tryna do, is make my ends meet
give a f~ck and hit a l!ck, imma keep it in the street
there might be a chopper loaded up in my trunk
with the 9’s in my lap, so get ready to jump
i’ll tell you motherf~cker, come here and test me
cause where i am at, man, that’s best where you not be

[verse 2: bg bullet wound]
hoppin out states, boy, hoppin out red beemers
droppin off weight, boy, duse clique is in rage [?]
hop when i say so, c~cked and i lay low
got me a glock, got me a chopper, watch when i pop it, stay low
n~gga this is all hood
homie this is all good
and if you tested on that [?] then it’s all good
skatter cook it up, kutty lift it up
[?] tuck them under, then pull them up
[?] knocked down plenty doors
i got promoters who’s asking me “what you k!lling for?”
i tell them a whole rat, matter fact 10 of ’em
i got bread, and them b~tches [?] of it
that’s real talk, walking that real walk
and if the fetti ain’t right, n~gga the deal’s off
[?]
most of you p~ssy, you need to be put in [?]

[verse 3: k!lla c]
city to city, state to state
we workin with cannons, that make the ground shake
no it’s not fake, this is your fate
go against me, you’ll be livin in the lake
street to the stage, i be spittin with rage
i’m an animal not locked in a cage
strapped to the chair, [?]
ain’t gon stop til there’s sh~t in my boots
i live on the road, so that’s where you find me
i refuse to stop when a cop gets behind me
respect for the law, sorry i have none
but i’ll tell you what i do have, a big f~ckin gun
c~ck that b~tch back, let bullets fly
i bet your mama thinks i’m one h~ll of a guy
i’m kickin your door, steal all your sh~t
then i cross state lines, and i sell it real quick

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