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letra de killas - king iso

[hook]
this is for them k!llas/
this is for my k!llas [x4] (this is for them n-ggas on that gang sh-t) [x2]/
make a little money and them n-ggas go away from the fake sh-t/
when you out here k!llin’ mothaf-cka’s they always wanna hang, sh-t/

[verse 1]
uh, it’s a very simple narrative/
they’re comparin’ me to marylin/
i’m not american, speak arabic/
yeah, i went from therapist to terrorist/
you embarr-ssin’ like, “hey mom, levi’s got a pair of them new j’s on”/
lost too many hood n-ggas to this gang, mom/
so i got my hoodie on, call me trayvon/
what you know about fn’s, 8-a’s, blacklist rap sh-t, caskets, and napalms? (nothin’)/
all you do is rap sh-t, nap quick, fat chicks, and act big and hood all day long (yup)/
got a clip in the four, ’bout to kick in your door cause i’m fixin’ to war (bang bang)/
if you ain’t ever been to the ward or a prison before, tryna win an award/
i heard a couple n-ggas speakin’ on my name, boy/
you lil n-ggas ain’t from a real gang, boy/
i give your girl a wet w-lly like i’m flameboy/
y’all ain’t touchin’ me, i’m nesin’ you with gameboy (get it?)/
i be ridin’ with them choppas and i/
hit your block and then i pop a n-gga/
rizzo mocka, ubaka, n-gga/
twin glocks, call ’em troy and kiana/
and i’m piercin’, when i shoot i’m piercin’/
i could give a f-ck about whoever hears this/
see no, hear no, eyes and earless/
when it come to yo block, i’m so fearless/
tell yo dead homie rest in beer p-ss/
dear kids be solo on weird sh-t/
ain’t n0body in my city even comin’ near this/
think otherwise, slit your throat, no spearmint, n-gga/

[verse 2]
why the f-ck am i so brainsick?/
n-ggas don’t wanna be strange, sh-t/
murderin’ n-ggas, not givin’ a f-ck about all you n-ggas that say sh-t/
got on my neck cause i’m choppin’ ’em up and livin’ in momma’s bas-m-nt/
better believe it the best in my city, my n-gga, and i ain’t playin’/
my dialect is high as heck, annihilate entire sets/
cause i’m a vet, so why upset? i think i wanna buy a pet/
shotty lift a n-gga up, like it was p90x/
full metal jacket on, so i don’t need to buy a vest/
blast on you wh0r-s, beef on wax? naw/
a mad n-gga’s duel is with a mac and a sword/
all of you wacks, are what you rappers are for/
so it’s f-ck your city, homie, have the lack to support/
what, you think you hard cause yo hood f-ck with you?/
until a couple k!llas from my hood come get you/
y’all hood hoppers ain’t loyal to the game, so i’m lookin’ at your wife like i would run in you/
y’all hard? run that by me, please sissy/
spittin’ in yo chick mouth like, “he’s missy”/
i’m a marksman, better hope that he hits me/
hollywood, real n-gga, shoutout to shiffy/
upper echelon, only mic’s gonna leave with me/
we the hardest out here, just agree to please diss me/
then i treat yo peanut brain like ken griffey/
my gun got a blow-out kit, no 360, bang/

- king iso

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