Killer G`s lyrics

Artist  : Dayton Family 
Song : Killer G`s



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Yeah the Dayton family in this bitch for the 9 6
fool
Know what I'm sayin DTS
and I ain't
talkin about downtown security bitch
Dayton
Avenue be true nigga
I'm out for murder
motherfuckers get prepared to go
And when I
toot I gotta shoot and leave hoes cold in
snow
My whole objective in this game is kill
and show no pain
Get a fool for his
chains
and raise more throws and blows than
Dana Dane
I'm always strappin on the jackin
for your chains I'm droolin
And checkin socks
for the fat knots who the fuck you think you
foolin
Runnin from the sirens, stop the
violence I ain't heard that shit
Come in the
hood, park at the club and find your ride on
bricks
Down where I dwell, them boys ain't ???
so motherfuck your crew
Bring weed I smoke and
sell more coke than Coca-Cola do
I'm built to
last, up in that ass my crew makes all the
noise
How you lookin like Emmitt Smith, runnin
back to get your boys
Its do or die and bitch
believe me I'm not tryin to go
Many men have
tried and failed, but those that failed can come
no more
I pledge allegiance to the flag, but
there ain't no stars or stripes
Just thugs, a
bunch of drugs and the big thick bitches with
crack
pipes
A vigilante gettin panties by
some jaked up flake
To much to count, I stack
amount ain't nothin about me fake
Nobody move
nobody die so bitch don't move in inch
And I'm
puttin slugs in any bitch that I even think might
of flinched
Its time to bail, my since of
smell is what cocaine intices
Bail with Joe
?Staley? tried to ban me cause of high yea yo
prices
And on that note, I quote I'm deep and
I'll stick yo mama up
He got ten G's and an
eigth in the safe, niggas you know what's
up
?? fools arousin for them thousands and
that yea yo stash
Drunk off that whiskey fuck
John ?Cisk?, I'm fittin to rob his ass
When
shit gets tight, like Barry White I practice what
I preach
Little shorties wanna be down like
Brandy when they hear me speak
The B double
O-T-L-E-G-T-H-E-R-A-P
C-A-P-O-N-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E
Chorus:
repeat 4X
D-O-to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E a
killa
(G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killa)
F-L-I-N-T
don't wanna see another killer G
(G's, these
are motherfuckin killas)
He's a killa off
Dayton Avenue, he's quick to point that glock at
you
I catch you and I dead you, I got you if I
shot at you
Runnin for your life again, a
victim of a homicide
I'm down for pumpin your
chest, open your chest real fuckin wide
You
fuckin with a murderer, Caddie Coup
burglar
sweep you off your Dana's, when you
see me I'l be serving a
Ziggy zag, 44 mag
fuckin public enemy
Shakin and bakin and takin
yo shit
Beatin your pussy and wreckin yo
shit
Sendin you bitches up on yo way, that's
the way face the ray
Diggen them as they body
lay, pickin them with this oozie spray
Gats
and glocks, moeny and rocks you best to believe I
gets the loot
Fuckin you in your booty hole,
punk cause you's a rudy poo
I empty this clip,
so don't you slip, fuck around and trip
Three
killas in the hood, got yo goods, pilled yo cap
and dip
Gotta ?? on my way on this set is like
initiation
My posse pack more pumps than a
motherfuckin gas station
Better watch that yea
that you've been boomon in this dry town
Kickin
down yo door bitch and you bitches best to lie
down
a skitzofranic that's makin you panic
when I pull this gage
I do more licks and
throw more kicks, than Johnny Cage
I'm fuckin
what you been talkin, you've been
walkin
stalkin like a hawk and
trigger be
triggin when I click it cause my pain ain't
stickin
Its do or die we multiply on the for
reala
But ask yo motherfuckin mother he's a
motherfuckin killa
Chorus