Lyrics to Killer G's
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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




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