Killa Cali

I know about killa California
Badmon no fear fi haunt ya
But we no care about not a thing at all
No if it kill, we buss ya boy

When I leave the house
I can't forget the weapon
Been through more shootouts than Hot 97
Equipped with the black Mac 11
Ain't no half steppin'
Watts what I'm reppin'
Pull up, whip same color as fire
Obesity rims, anorexic tires
Bob Marley in the Swisher, I gotta get higher
The Grim Reaper handin' out
Tickets like flyers
Crips killin' Crips, Bloods killin' Bloods
Thats how it is now in Killa Cali, bruh
You gotta stay strapped, homie, never slip up
Bullets love skin
You'll get that ass touched
I glide through the streets, gat in my lap
One under the seat
K in the trunk like who want it with me?
Don't make it to trauma
You'll lying in sheets
We the last of a dying breed

I know about killa California
Badmon no fear fi haunt ya
But we no care about not a thing at all
No if it kill, we buss ya boy
Bo bo buss a shot for your area
Bo bo buss a shot for your area
Rah rah buss a shot for your area
Cause we no scared of yah

I'm from the city where
They concentrate on nothin'
But that red flag, blue flag, gang bang
Murder state
Elementary kids liable they catch a case
So don't be surprised if a ten year
Old put one in your face
Kick in your door then put it to your face
Shake you up a little bit then
Ask you where the safe
Streets ain't safe and so I
Got the toolie on me
Movin' like a Mario brother
Pardon me brother
But you gon' have to come out that whip
Your mama might love ya but
I'm lovin' what's on your wrist
I'm lovin' what's on your neck
I'm lovin' what's in your head rest
You might as well give it to me or
Or be in peace with the rest deceased
Dippin' in lanes, duckin', dodgin' police
After we get away we
Celebrate over chronic tree
Who did you think rollin' with me?
K-Dot, Compton, visit my streets

I know about killa California
Badmon no fear fi haunt ya
But we no care about not a thing at all
No if it kill, we buss ya boy
Bo bo buss a shot for your area
Bo bo buss a shot for your area
Rah rah buss a shot for your area
Cause we no scared of yah

Rock welcomes you to Killa Killa Cali
Thi-thi-this the murder capi' where
Them boys trigger happy concrete jungle
Tell me who barrell a sparrow
It don't matter
We ghetto gotta gotta stack bundles
Don't matter the weather
Man you gotta keep Berettas
Bullets rainin' like showers
They kill for money and power
Man that's murder murder get
Murdered at any hour
Any minute and any second I'm
Standin' tall as a tower
Ghetto strong survive, the
Weak get swallowed, devoured
Sorry there's no love for no cowards
If you one that's a problem
If you got a problem, we'll
Solve it for you, partner, no problem
If I can't reach you then
My little homies got 'em
Niggas up on the hustle moving
Packs of that powder
Plus these bitches ain't shit
Man it's all about a dollar
Bust a shot for my area
With those 40 calibers
You gotta be a leader
Got no respect for followers

I know about killa California
Badmon no fear fi haunt ya
But we no care about not a thing at all
No if it kill, we buss ya boy
Bo bo buss a shot for your area
Bo bo buss a shot for your area
Rah rah buss a shot for your area
Cause we no scared of yah
I know about killa California
Badmon no fear fi haunt ya
But we no care about not a thing at all
No if it kill, we buss ya boy
Bo bo buss a shot for your area
Bo bo buss a shot for your area
Rah rah buss a shot for your area
Cause we no scared of yah