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Woodie

Tales of a Killa

  gangsta rap  west coast  bay area  rap  hip hop
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Текст песни Woodie - Tales of a Killa

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[Chorus]Listen to the tales of this Northern Cali killerTake it for what it`s worth but recognize a blood spillerSo far I`ve been lucky but enemies might take meTake chances again if they under estimate me[Woodie]Say your Prayers count your blessingsGrab your weapon grip it tightCause tonight I sport my put in work sweatshirt rightBut you won`t catch me barking duels in a lark tonightCreep up on foot and down the street I got a stolen bikeThats my getaway but first I go to sit and waitLurking in the shadows on mission to do my hit and shakePatience always pays so I`m stiffer than a statueBy no means I won`t fuck this up this suckers life is past dueI know he`s home the TVs on I see a shadow through the blindsWalking towards the front doorYeah I think its about that timeSure enough door opens wideNow he`s stepping outsideBarrel flashes from the bushes all he seen before he diedBent a corner run down the block hop on the BMXMeanwhile his bitch is in shock hugging his bleeding chestPedal to my safe spotGet the fireplace hotBurn up my clothing scrub my bodyGunpowder trace goneOn the way home I disassembled and disbursedOf my weapon in the gutters from 10th street to 1stSo I`m feeling pretty confident my mission was successfulKick up my feet crack and Old E and drink a chest full[Chorus] x 2Listen to the tales of this northern cali killerTake it for what its worth but recognize a blood spillerSo far I`ve been lucky but enemies might take meTake chances again if they under estimate me[Hook]Why they want to test me stress me to the point I`m homicidalDon`t they recognize death is nothing new in my eyesWhen it comes to defending my title[Woodie]Another sloppy late night in the drive thru waiting for our foodMe and 2 homies and a bitch drinking 40`s an BoonesOut at 2 One ounce left so I`m burning holes in my headI turn around fools are looking at me like they want me deadWords were said without a doubt I`m knowing that the funks jumpingThey must be packing fuck that I`ll be the first to dump somethingTold my homie drive and pull the car to the side of the roadThey pulled up said a word or two until I proceeded to unloadBullets lighting up the backseat windows are shatteringSince I`m thinking that they pack heat I`m skipping the chatteringI emptied the clipNot sure how many were hitI told my homie drive and lets split he started to tripHe just stopped frozeLike he was comatoseI said its not the time to break down like a ho lets goHe finally put the pedal to the metal but that tripped me outI told him drive a half a mile pull over and let me outShake the spot and take the under routes park up in the cutsNow this motherfucker starts driving in circles going nutsScramblin` on the belt"I think you blew his brains out"Sucka that`s another reason we should vanish not hang outI told him yo bitch got more nuts than youSaw red and blue behind usThanks to my homie`s dumb bitch it wasn`t to hard to find usAnd then he proceeds to take them on a slow speed chaseTwenty Five I`m going to face the DA`s got a clean caseWith about seven different patrol cars in pursuitHe pulls over and Five 0 draws their weapons ready to shootOver 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 chaseStriking through a field I hit a barbwire fenceI hopped it like a champion only got a rip in my pantsThen I advanced up on a bike trailSlowly losing 50`s tailNoticed water to the left threw my strap in the canalHalf the evidence gone apartment complex straight aheadI`m more than halfway to home I`m only giving up deadI gotta stop to take a breath in the apartments and I listenI can hear the ghetto bird but it ain`t knowing my positionContinuing on my missionI`m hopping yard to yardCrawling bush to bushHiding underneath car to carAnd now three hours later and about 2 miles down the roadI`m in front of my homies house my hearts about to explodeKnocked on the door at 4amHe wasn`t one bit suprisedHe said he heard me on the scannerAnd he knew I had to rideYou say you`re a gangster and don`t feel that?You`re faking it[Chorus] x 2[Hook] x 4[Chorus]

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