Tales Of A Killa lyrics

Artist  : Woodie 
Song : Tales Of A Killa



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 Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer
Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood
spiller
So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me
Take chances again if they under estimate me

Say your Prayers count your blessings
Grab your weapon grip it tight
Cause tonight I sport my put in work sweatshirt
right
But you won't catch me barking duels in a lark
tonight
Creep up on foot and down the street I got a
stolen bike
Thats my getaway but first I go to sit and wait
Lurking in the shadows on mission to do my hit
and shake
Patience always pays so I'm stiffer than a statue
By no means I won't f**k this up this suckers
life is past due
I know he's home the TVs on I see a shadow
through the blinds
Walking towards the front door
Yeah I think its about that time
Sure enough door opens wide
Now he's stepping outside
Barrel flashes from the bushes all he seen before
he died
Bent a corner run down the block hop on the BMX
Meanwhile his bit*h is in shock hugging his
bleeding chest
Pedal to my safe spot
Get the fireplace hot
Burn up my clothing scrub my body
Gunpowder trace gone
On the way home I disassembled and disbursed
Of my weapon in the gutters from 10th street to
1st
So i'm feeling pretty confident my mission was
successful
Kick up my feet crack and Old E and drink a chest
full

(Chorus)
Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer
Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood
spiller
So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me
Take chances again if they under estimate me
Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer
Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood
spiller
So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me
Take chances again if they under estimate me
Wh y they want to test me stress me to the point
I'm homicidal
Don't they recognize death is nothing new in my
eyes
When it comes to defending my title

Another sloppy late night in the drive thru
waiting for our food
Me and 2 homies and a bit*h drinking 40's an
Boones
Out at 2 One ounce left so I'm burning holes in
my head
I turn around fools are looking at me like they
want me dead
Words were said without a doubt I'm knowing that
the funks jumping
 
They must be packing f**k that I'll be the first
to dump something
Told my homie drive and pull the car to the side
of the road
They pulled up said a word or two until I
proceeded to unload
Bullets lighting up the backseat windows are
shattering
Since I'm thinking that they pack heat I'm
skipping the chattering
I emptied the clip
Not sure how many were hit
Told my homie drive and lets split he started to
trip
He just stopped froze
Like he was comatose
I said its not the time to break down like a ho
lets go
He finally put the pedal to the metal but that
tripped me out
I told him drive a half a mile pull over and let
me out
Shake the spot and take the under routes park up
in the cuts
No this motherf**ker starts driving in circles
going nuts
I told him your bit*h has more nuts than you
Saw red and blue behind us
Thanks to my homie dumb bit*h it wasn't to hard
to find us
And then he proceeds to take them on a slow speed
chase
Twenty Five I'm going to face the DA's got a
clean case
With about seven different patrol cars in pursuit
He pulls over and Five 0 draws their weapons
ready to shoot
Over the bullhorn I can hear them say
Come out with your hands raised
I did exactly that but then I broke and made them
give chase
Striking through a field I hit a barbwire fence
I hopped it like a champion only got a rip in my
pants
Then I advanced up on a bike trail
Slowly losing 50's tail
Noticed water to the left threw my strap in the
canal
Half the evidence gone apartment complex straight
ahead
I'm more than halfway to home I'm only giving up
dead
I stop in the apartments to take a breath and
then I listen
I can hear the ghetto bird but it ain't knowing
my position
Continuing on my mission
I'm hopping yard to yard
Crawling bush to bush
Hiding underneath car to car
And now three hours later and about 2 miles down
the road
I'm in front of my homies house my hearts about
to explode
Knocked on the door at 4am
He wasn't one bit suprised
He said he heard me on the scanner
And he knew I had to ride
You say you're a gangster and don't feel that?
You're faking it

(Chorus until end)