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letra de b.n.k - eazy-e

[chorus x4]
yeah!
black n-ggaaaaaaaaaa
yeah!
k!lla k!lla k!lla k!lla

[verse 1: eazy-e]
black n-gga k!lla
hate brought death
around the block as the hollow points bust though the punks back
raising gang feel no pain as i penetrate
n-ggas fly deep as i strike a quick pace
i got the evil of a dead n-gga trapped in my mind
so my soul is a threat to my mankind
born to k!ll i’m wicked by nature
cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young h-ll raisers
i’m 30 ot 6 with the scope
i make a skinhead brain bust all across the west coast
motherf-ckers catchin heat
as i bring anger
and release more danger from my chamber
the evil in my blood is possessed
so i creep low from the back slow and puts lead in that n-gga’s flesh
ain’t no hope, every n-gga wants to be the nine milla on the trigga
the black n-gga k!lla
[chorus x4]

[verse 2: eazy-e]
deep from the death as i crept
i can feel his glock in the back of my neck
i’m thinkin to myself “what the f-ck” as i pause
i can feel my heart thumpin from my b-lls
up against his gun what the f-ck could i do?
if i make a wrong move, the n-gga might shoot
my pops always warned me when i was comin up
if i play p-ssy, i’m bound to get f-cked
though bein broke as h-ll it be drivin me crazy
hooked up with my n-ggas start jackin n-ggas daily
fat sacks of dough, to dayton’s, i got em
slang em dirt cheap cause everything was profit
now i got his nine on the back of my mind
as i watch my life pass right before my eyes
the sh-t that i done, is all in my face
reflections of death as i step with my 38
the black n-gga k!lla

[chorus x4]

[verse 3: eazy-e]
which b-tch made the statement?
about the n-gga busting caps sporting all black ben davis
i’m out the door
my pager’s blowin up i check my gat twice
cause n-ggas like to jack on a late night
and as i’m livin like a criminal
i try my best to keep my gang tight and stay away from punk n-ggas
strikin down broadway
i caught some n-ggas out of bounds from the
upper mlk
slowly crept from the cut at a quick pace
ain’t no love in my heart all i feel is hate
so 25 with that l might be mando
cause n-gga i’m k!lling for them gold things with that zapco
i watch the terror in eyes as he backed up
ease of the break pop that clutch and watch his chest bust
wide open as i bounce in the night quicker
from the nine milla trigga
the black n-gga k!lla
[chorus x10]

- eazy e

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