Killa Kali lyrics

Artist  : Celly Cel 
Song : Killa Kali



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Good evening

Welcome to channel 187
Murder 1 News

Tonight we focus on the city of
Vallejo in the state of California

Where five
black men were found dead at the water
front

From various gunshot wounds

This
brings the homicide rate in the state of
California to one of the

highest in the
nation

And is now known to you as killa
kali



(Verse 1)

The state of
California niggas call it killa kali

Murder
weapons in the river bodies found in the
alleys

Bring the yellow tape

Body bags
gettin zipped up

Heads blown off wit they
insides ripped up

Mobile phones flipped
up

Factors callin shots

Bitch made niggas
its some real niggas on the block

Cause every
hood got a trigga happy nigga

That don't give
a fuck about puttin two in your liver

But how
you figure you can do dirt and stay
clean

Niggas like that get pronounced dead on
the scene

Aint no winnin teams cause everybody
taken losses in they hood

Reminiscin on they
niggas man I wish I could

Bring back the
homies that I lost up in that funk
season

Gotta check myself or let that alcohol
be the reason

So I just poor a little liquor
on the concrete

For my dead homies and the
ones who aint gone see the streets

Locked up
with the rest of the locs

But whatever the
reason my folks are walkin the yard

Or gettin
they guts some

Tryin to make it home but I
think they

Safer in that pin cause niggas on
gin be lettin them Mack 10's

Bust 32
times

And niggas who aint in it gettin shot
by

Standards on the block

Smokin like
bomb

Fools given up they cell

Gettin
sideways leaven them t-shirts soakin
wet

Retaliation is a must

So now you know
them niggas you was funkin wit

Gone be at yo
do so

Keep yo hand on yo nina in the
valley

Or get dumped in the alley

Fuckin
around in killa kali



(Chorus
1)

Mothers on they knees

Wit tears in
they eyes why

(cause killa kali is the state
of the drive by)

Mothers on they
knees

Wit tears in they eyes why

(cause
killa kali is the state of the drive
by)



(Chorus 2)

It's killa kali It's
killa kali

buddahba

It's killa kali It's
killa kali

buck buck

It's killa kali It's
killa kali

budduhba

It's killa kali It's
killa kali

buck buck



(Verse
2)

The killins on

Aint even safe when you
at home

Whatever dirt you do

gone follow
you until you gone

So pack ya chrome

And
handle your own cause potnas tend to
run

Walked in the party 10 deep and only left
wit one

Real nigga on your team

But you
know how it is

Can't even trust them niggas
that you knew since you was kids

It aint no
thang

I let them niggas have it to

Bitch
up and I switch up on that ass before I blast
you

And fools better watch them hoes in they
mix

Seen them choosen and you bid on that set
up for a six

foot ditch with your family in
front of you

So many niggas slip

That's
how they slide a bitch up under you

I wonder
whose the next nigga

To catch a bullet for
sex nigga

Thought you was cock until they
chopped you with them tecs nigga

I think the
game is on its last leg

Trigga happy niggas
wit no heart

It aint no used to be

For
your life

cause out here they quick to take
they own

Snortin that Peruvian

On
Hennessey you know they gone

Cant tell a
nigga shit in the 9-5

All about they scrilla
doin niggas in on the side

Bellin through yo
hood buckin fools down

Gettin caught slippin
with they mutherfuckin pants down

Sleep with
one eye open in the valley

cause everything
you love'll get smoked up in killa
kali



(Chorus 1)



(Chorus
2)



(Verse 3)

California niggas be
plottin on fools

Jackin mutherfuckers for
them daytons

And leave that ol'
school

Sittin on with yo face in the
dash

two in the back of yo head

Rip yo
pockets of then laugh

Then you got them fools
on the track pullin out glocks

Pistol whippin
niggas till they drop

Reach in they draws and
take they rocks

They money

They rings and
they chains

Without a skimask on

But cant
complain

Its all in the game

Follow one of
them ballers to  they residence

tyin niggas
up

Lookin for them dead presidents

Its
for the money

You know the scratch but now we
call it scrilla

It turned them kali niggas
into straight killas

Set trippin on a daily
basis

Vietnam aint shit on what a nigga in
the hood faces

1-8-7 case

Cop into a
lesser charge

Three strikes

Hit you with
that L

Lock behind bars

Bellin wit a
strap

Punks seem like its waitin

To catch
a nigga slippin or get killed over
conversation

Fuckin wit bitch will get you
killed quick

Niggas let they hoes mow down
they homies on the real beitch

Fools come to
kali thinkin club med

Caught up in the cross
fire when them sets bump heads

Keep yo hand
on ya nina in the valley

Or everything you
love'll get smoked up in killa
kali



(Chorus 1)