Z.RO

City Of Killers

Z.RO


[Bam] 
Trying to feel my inside soul, cause a angel told me its cold 
But ain't no way I can fold, with a pair of nuts this damn swoll 
Cause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play games 
Its like your life is a sweet, and reality's the flame 
So why the fuck you trying to torture, with that dip in the middle 
It's like I'm swallowing mighty bites, while you be nibbling on skittles 
Cause this city we in, it ain't no such thing as friends 
And once it comes down to paper, you down to bump off your kin 
You think I'm lying, what thoughts be in my head as I walk around 
So now you know when you see me, why my face is quick to chalk a frown 
Cause I don't trust nobody, nope not a god damn soul 
So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of cold 
Thinking why niggas let me broke, in this city of Houston 
But ain't no stopping Bam, I'ma keep my ego to boosting 
Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me, and bitches that jock 
I got killas in my click, and I keep thugs on my block 

[Hook 1 - 2x] 
I'm just letting you know don't test me, I'm with my chrome 
I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average nigga 
From that Maab, lookin out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way 
That click your spine and now you crying, cause you realize 
That your dick, can't even get hard 

[Trae] 
Who the hell could it be, peeping on me 
T to the R to the motherfucking A-E 
Killas that's like mad trucks with a bust, better duck 
Who the fuck running up so nigga what, 'fore I leave my star full of that heat 
Gotta watch my back, 'fore I be alone 
That shit is gon fall, and the while back me up 
To the sides shapey grin, gotta know get enough for them 
That T to the E to the E to the A 
Its going down South Klique, what you wanna do 
Bitch throwing up my set, infrareds to your chest with a mess 
Now stop you drop, like sweat it out my face 
What killas want right behind me, (I think you lying) so try me 
These hater-fied niggas don't play 
Cut in all my killas, till the day I'm dead and deceased 
It'll be, us niggas out Houston won't ever fade 
What I'm all about, hoping with open kicking eyes open, peeping 
I gotta be scopeing better keep wishing, G's on these streets be low 
Till the point of my life I can't go, got hatred not cause a hoe 
K-I double L-A-K-L-A-N to the B to the A to the M, gotta represent 
Never know with a lifestyle, with a five dolla with a mile 
Gotta get my life be twisting thoughts, a thought in the vault 
You can't forget and you feel the anger, with one in the chamber 
Grill in the back, but its your, me and T.A.Z. on the regular 
My K, fives don't give a damn to hustle so 
Can't change on my feet to the dip, dropping tops 
Till the playa get a hit, to the drink to the brain get me crunk 
Get a boost can't tougher shit, city of killas and it get loose 

[Hook 2] 
Fuck around and pull out my AK, and bust yo ass in the head 
I'm trying to leave you dead, with an infrared 
I never be giving a fuck aboooout, you 
It got me going me crazy, got a nigga going crazy 
Got me going crazy, crazy 

[T.A.Z.] 
T.A.Z. the all mighty devil, specialize in the methods of torture 
So stepping without a weapon's not a good idea, just thought I'd warn you 
I'm not your average nigga I'm a Guerilla, just look at the frown on face 
Running with the pack, ready to attack 
Fucked up, and get your whole crew erased 
If you think I'm playing, come test me 
Better catch me slipping, to get the best of me 
Deadly, when me toss this K to you 
Focused and keep my aim steady, cause its serious 
And I run with killas, dealas and guerillas coming to get you 
Better make a move fast, when I blast 
With no feelings, with a firm grip on my trigga 
Open fire with no hesitation, infiltrating start eliminating 
Your troops execution style, leaving em face down on the pavement 
A career with them here, look em up and let's see who's the boss 
Watching it get raw, coming home with three hitter quitters 
That'll beat you up from the back gone, making niggas mind 
Representing Guerilla Maab to the fullest, let me pull it 
To the made a mistake, and try to give me a break 
And then use it when you pull it, in the city of killas 
Only the tough and the strong and those who have hearts survive 
Guerilla Maab's on the rise, nigga 

[Hook 1 - 2x] 

[Z-Ro] 
Got my glock 44, and I think to myself 
A murdering, I'm gon grow 
But I got the fever, for the favor of a big pocket 
And a blue white, come with the look so sneaky 
I major in at 175 pounds, ?then I'm gone in a few minutes? 
Around when I come around, in red Chucks 
But a nigga can't even see me or hear me, fear me 
When I'm in a zone of depression, gotta get a crib 
Gotta get a Lac, but I can't get a job 
But I really gotta get a weapon, then I be stepping 
Really be stepping, and a motherfucker temper 
Start motivation draining, really bumping the fat 
And your shit'll get up out your purse 
Everything I see, I'm claiming as mine 
With a motherfucking nine, you don't give and dump 
Nigga we got good skills, and running endo in 
You don't wanna meet that E, really beat your feet 
Cause I don't hesitate, to pull a tre-8 to the chest plate 
Then I want a rake to scrape the plate, with a mouth full of diamonds 
And the fifth wheel, be steady reclining 
Cause I got ends on a All Star Lex at first 
84's and boulder blocks, elbows shining 
Charging don't give it up, what it takes don't never retire 
Gotta get the glock, cause I gotta be making my money 
By robbing and stealing, drug dealing try to make a million 
And plus thinking bout feddy, and running my city 
In the city of killers 

[Hook 1 - 2x] 

[Hook 2]