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letra de lil' killaz - willie d

[intro/chorus: willie d – x4]
little k!llers, k!llers, k!llers, k!llers, k!llers

haven’t you ever heard of a k!ller ————> rbx

[verse one: willie d]
he was a bad -ss, because he grew up fast
n-gg-s gave him respect because they knew he blasts
grew up on welfare, his victim set a ??
he squeezed off in the wind, because he did not care
got sent to juvenile, cause he was in a roam
went to sleep and the next day he was back at home
he started selling dope, with his homies amity
wasn’t long before they sold up the whole city
they started taking trips, going out of the state
they ain’t fake, them young n-gg-s pushing much weight
like scarface; they wanted money and the power!
your mamma got flowers if the deal went sower
these boys are maniacs, very quick to bust
taking life after life, after life and they don’t give a f-ck
smoking, angle dusting, drinking premium liquor
law enforcement, cause these crazy -ss n-gg-s is..

[chorus: x4]

[verse two: willie d]
the kid was cursed and, stole from his mamma’s purse
and, dressed in a suit, he put his best friend in a he-rs-
he went to church every sunday, but it ain’t no difference
because that street mentality, remained persistent
them boys in blue, always came around har-ssing
so he hated the motherf-ckers, with a p-ssion
once get blasted, he let his nuts hang to the surface
and when the drama came, that n-gg- wasn’t nerves
although, he is just a shorty, he looks more aged
because he seen too much sh-t, at an early stage
his sister prost-tutes, his mamma been a b-tch
he k!lled his first man just because he wanted to
screw was something that he didn’t obtain
his reality was debt of going to the motherf-cking pen
that’s all he knew, that’s how he rose
and if you f-cked up, your -ss caught welding holes
from little k!llers

[chorus: x4]

[verse three: willie d]
when the shots rang out, he never started running
he closed his eyes and sat up proud, it’s like he saw it coming
he had a meanheart, it was kind of weird
when he died, people cried, cause he was still a kid
now whose the blame; for this child being in six deep?
was it him, his parents, or society
all his homies gathered around, smoking weed and drinking hennessey
wearing white t-shirts, with his name, in loving memory
no one cared for him, so he cared for no one
nineteen, in a casket, his life is done
they won’t listen to us, until the f-cking blood is spilled
that’s why our neighborhoods, got so many f-cking little.. k!llers!

[chorus: x4]

- willie d

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