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letra de killaz - lud foe

[intro]

you know where them n-ggas at
i know where them n-ggas at (foenem)
i know where them k!llaz at
you know where them hittas at (kidwond3r you made this beat dang) you know where them hittas at
i know where them k!llaz at (i know where them k!llaz )
(skrt skrt b-tch) gang!
i know where them n-ggas at
i know where them hittas at
i know where them hittas at
you know where them hittas at
where them hittas at
where them k!llaz at (b-tch)

[hook]

you know where them hittas at, out west where my k!llaz at
he callin talm bout squashin beef, n-gga we ain’t hearing that n-ggas come and slide on ya, ride on ya, hollow tips inside of you, don’t call yo homie phone he can’t answer cause he died on ya, (gang)
i know where them hittas at
i know where them hittas at
i know where them k!lllaz at
i know where them k!llaz at

[verse 1: lud foe]

you know where my n-ggas at
thats where they pull triggers at
i know that ain’t that n-gga that was wolfin on the internet
i heard you know where that n-gga stay and you ain’t k!ll em yet
don’t make me call them shooters, kick yo door and punch yo sh-t back
he ain’t with it, he just talking sh-t, he need a tic-tac
this mac 11 split yo -ss in half like a kit-kat
lil n-gga we gone ride on ya, slide on ya, glide on ya
roll the windows down and open fire on ya (fire on ya)
ya big homie a k!lla, these bullets make him retire on ya
undercover n-gga, you snitchin’ might have a wire on ya
drive-by’s, cruisin with sk’s and 45’s
i got mob ties, b-tch im a k!lla in every ops eyes
shots fired, b-tch its a man down on yo side
we got [?] high off the molly, b-tch i got frog eyes
b-tch i gang bang , b-tch im the al capon of the west side
b-tch my chain hang, diamonds be shinning, f-ckin up yo eyes

[hook]

[verse 2: sg batman]

yo homie testified on ya, lied on ya make me come and slide on ya
get to call the paramedics, cause yo brains wide open
b-tch im off a flat, it got my eyes open, wide open (ughhh)
b-tch you better watch yo mouth, cause you know them guys totin (ughh)
b-tch im glock totin, block postin, say we ain’t the hottest, boy you rock smoking, (b-tch)
call yo b-tch phone, she can’t answer cause she c-ck chokin
choppa keep on spittin, that b-tch outspoken
im outwest where them k!llaz at, n-ggas that really drillin that
he talkin allat bro, we ain’t on that sh-t, we ain’t really feeling that
when i was in that jam, i threw my gang up
call my phone and you ain’t talkin money, b-tch i hang up
a couple [?] a couple m’s couldn’t even change us
i lost some n-ggas, sippin on this hen it k!ll the pain up
real 4ch gang member, i be with real gang members
he wanna jump up off that porch until them hollows hit em

[hook]

- lud foe

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