Tales of a killa

Woodie

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    Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer
    Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood spiller
    So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me
    Take chances again if they under estimate me

    Say your Prayers count your blessings
    Grab your weapon grip it tight
    Cause tonight I sport my put in work sweatshirt right
    But you won't catch me barking duels in a lark tonight
    Creep up on foot and down the street I got a stolen bike
    Thats my getaway but first I go to sit and wait
    Lurking in the shadows on mission to do my hit and shake
    Patience always pays so I'm stiffer than a statue
    By no means I won't fuck this up this suckers life is past due
    I know he's home the TVs on I see a shadow through the blinds
    Walking towards the front door
    Yeah I think its about that time
    Sure enough door opens wide
    Now he's stepping outside
    Barrel flashes from the bushes all he seen before he died
    Bent a corner run down the block hop on the BMX
    Meanwhile his bitch is in shock hugging his bleeding chest
    Pedal to my safe spot
    Get the fireplace hot
    Burn up my clothing scrub my body
    Gunpowder trace gone
    On the way home I disassembled and disbursed
    Of my weapon in the gutters from 10th street to 1st
    So i'm feeling pretty confident my mission was successful
    Kick up my feet crack and Old E and drink a chest full

    (Chorus)
    Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer
    Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood spiller
    So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me
    Take chances again if they under estimate me
    Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer
    Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood spiller
    So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me
    Take chances again if they under estimate me
    Wh y they want to test me stress me to the point I'm homicidal
    Don't they recognize death is nothing new in my eyes
    When it comes to defending my title

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    Another sloppy late night in the drive thru waiting for our food
    Me and 2 homies and a bitch drinking 40's an Boones
    Out at 2 One ounce left so I'm burning holes in my head
    I turn around fools are looking at me like they want me dead
    Words were said without a doubt I'm knowing that the funks jumping

    They must be packing fuck that I'll be the first to dump something
    Told my homie drive and pull the car to the side of the road
    They pulled up said a word or two until I proceeded to unload
    Bullets lighting up the backseat windows are shattering
    Since I'm thinking that they pack heat I'm skipping the chattering
    I emptied the clip
    Not sure how many were hit
    Told my homie drive and lets split he started to trip
    He just stopped froze
    Like he was comatose
    I said its not the time to break down like a ho lets go
    He finally put the pedal to the metal but that tripped me out
    I told him drive a half a mile pull over and let me out
    Shake the spot and take the under routes park up in the cuts
    No this motherfucker starts driving in circles going nuts
    I told him your bitch has more nuts than you
    Saw red and blue behind us
    Thanks to my homie dumb bitch it wasn't to hard to find us
    And then he proceeds to take them on a slow speed chase
    Twenty Five I'm going to face the DA's got a clean case
    With about seven different patrol cars in pursuit
    He pulls over and Five 0 draws their weapons ready to shoot
    Over the bullhorn I can hear them say
    Come out with your hands raised
    I did exactly that but then I broke and made them give chase
    Striking through a field I hit a barbwire fence
    I hopped it like a champion only got a rip in my pants
    Then I advanced up on a bike trail
    Slowly losing 50's tail
    Noticed water to the left threw my strap in the canal
    Half the evidence gone apartment complex straight ahead
    I'm more than halfway to home I'm only giving up dead
    I stop in the apartments to take a breath and then I listen
    I can hear the ghetto bird but it ain't knowing my position
    Continuing on my mission
    I'm hopping yard to yard
    Crawling bush to bush
    Hiding underneath car to car
    And now three hours later and about 2 miles down the road
    I'm in front of my homies house my hearts about to explode
    Knocked on the door at 4am
    He wasn't one bit suprised
    He said he heard me on the scanner
    And he knew I had to ride
    You say you're a gangster and don't feel that?
    You're faking it

    (Chorus until end)

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