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(Talk) 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:] 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 it's 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 s** nigga Thought you was c*** until they chopped you with them tecs nigga I think the game is on it's 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 Can't 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 can't 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 it's 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)
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