Letra de Killa - Benzino
Letra de canci�n de Killa de Benzino lyrics
(Ft. The Untouchables)
[Intro]
killa, killa, killa (whispers)
(Benzino Speaking)
The revolution starts here
I guess this is what it had to come to
I'm ready
(Chorus 2X)
I'm a killa,
and you can tell by the way that I walk
the way that I talk,
the look in my eyes,
I'm a get ya man,
I'm a hurt ya man,
when them bullets start to fly you gonna understand,
(Young L.O.)
the clips inserted, the silencer's locked on,
this click get it hot on any block you walk on,
the same you strip you rep same place you get chopped on,
with 32 shots I'm reloadin', who want more?,
call the medic’s,
but I don't think he goin' make it hommes,
the nine is cute but the impact will brake your bones,
cause all I know is thugs and misfits,
so bust off your guns if you relating to this shit,
from the juve's with they duc duc drillin' the old g's
the old heads smoked out checkin they 4 keys,
(Young Hardy)
I was taught to squeeze off,
never let a nigga leave off,
if you hit him in his arm them you better knock his sleeves off,
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I want him flat wit his knees crossed,
shoot him in his back ta go through his neck and break his teeth off,
and if a nigga play big and rocky,
I got a shotgun the size of the sticks in acky,
your six pack? repellets makes your shit look sloppy,
I ain't the one you wanna shit on pappy,
cause hommes and homies,
I give it to you clones and phonies,
with different color chromes it's on when it's on g,
recognize how I talk and walk,
he's a killa comin from the streets of New York,
(Chorus 2X)
(Benzino)
arise the true rap warrior, bangin for a purpose,
you know you'll never face us your label's to nervous,
realistically speaking I'm a son of gangsta,
a son of a gun, always carry my gun,
what's good really? Shady killa,
luciano lady getta,
collide with universal push across through ya lung,
Intentions was to hurt ya, four corners where I'm from, (Boston)
it's pandemonium, when the sweeper start speakin
the language of the streets Half Black, Puerto Rican
you saying sorry momma at the peep show, (I'm sorrry Mommma)
you hold the hood money for extorting all the lingo,
I'm a C4 your mouth stuff your ass in the rover,
I'm a see it that you pay the streets game over,
(Chorus 2X)
(Benzino speaking)
niggas need betta wake up before it's too late yo
Untouchables, Benzino, Young Hardy, LO, Huddy 6, Jeff 2X, JB
it's the movement motherfucker
[Intro]
killa, killa, killa (whispers)
(Benzino Speaking)
The revolution starts here
I guess this is what it had to come to
I'm ready
(Chorus 2X)
I'm a killa,
and you can tell by the way that I walk
the way that I talk,
the look in my eyes,
I'm a get ya man,
I'm a hurt ya man,
when them bullets start to fly you gonna understand,
(Young L.O.)
the clips inserted, the silencer's locked on,
this click get it hot on any block you walk on,
the same you strip you rep same place you get chopped on,
with 32 shots I'm reloadin', who want more?,
call the medic’s,
but I don't think he goin' make it hommes,
the nine is cute but the impact will brake your bones,
cause all I know is thugs and misfits,
so bust off your guns if you relating to this shit,
from the juve's with they duc duc drillin' the old g's
the old heads smoked out checkin they 4 keys,
(Young Hardy)
I was taught to squeeze off,
never let a nigga leave off,
if you hit him in his arm them you better knock his sleeves off,
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/killa-benzino.php
I want him flat wit his knees crossed,
shoot him in his back ta go through his neck and break his teeth off,
and if a nigga play big and rocky,
I got a shotgun the size of the sticks in acky,
your six pack? repellets makes your shit look sloppy,
I ain't the one you wanna shit on pappy,
cause hommes and homies,
I give it to you clones and phonies,
with different color chromes it's on when it's on g,
recognize how I talk and walk,
he's a killa comin from the streets of New York,
(Chorus 2X)
(Benzino)
arise the true rap warrior, bangin for a purpose,
you know you'll never face us your label's to nervous,
realistically speaking I'm a son of gangsta,
a son of a gun, always carry my gun,
what's good really? Shady killa,
luciano lady getta,
collide with universal push across through ya lung,
Intentions was to hurt ya, four corners where I'm from, (Boston)
it's pandemonium, when the sweeper start speakin
the language of the streets Half Black, Puerto Rican
you saying sorry momma at the peep show, (I'm sorrry Mommma)
you hold the hood money for extorting all the lingo,
I'm a C4 your mouth stuff your ass in the rover,
I'm a see it that you pay the streets game over,
(Chorus 2X)
(Benzino speaking)
niggas need betta wake up before it's too late yo
Untouchables, Benzino, Young Hardy, LO, Huddy 6, Jeff 2X, JB
it's the movement motherfucker
