I'm from the city where they'd rather kill you 'fore they build with ya
You and your killer was together in them throwback pictures
Things went sour, he couldn't stand seeing you getting richer
It wasn't hard saying goodbye cause them bullets ain't miss ya
Your grandma's in the same church reading the same scripture
Head said, sorry for your loss, I know that pain different
Back in the hood, they lighting candles, pouring liquor
Police ain't got no leads, but your niggas know, did ya
A price on his head and now that number getting bigger
It takes cash to go to war, and they been stacking since December
Finally caught him lackin', headshot, made him shiver
Now y'all buried by each other, man, cause y'all was family members
Do you wanna be a
R Dotta - KILLER'S INTERLUDE Lyrics
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I'm from the city where they'd rather kill you 'fore they build with ya
You and your killer was together in them throwback pictures
Things went sour, he couldn't stand seeing you getting richer
It wasn't hard saying goodbye cause them bullets ain't miss ya
Your grandma's in the same church reading the same scripture
Head said, sorry for your loss, I know that pain different
Back in the hood, they lighting candles, pouring liquor
Police ain't got no leads, but your niggas know, did ya
A price on his head and now that number getting bigger
It takes cash to go to war, and they been stacking since December
Finally caught him lackin', headshot, made him shiver
Now y'all buried by each other, man, cause y'all was family members
Do you wanna be a
You and your killer was together in them throwback pictures
Things went sour, he couldn't stand seeing you getting richer
It wasn't hard saying goodbye cause them bullets ain't miss ya
Your grandma's in the same church reading the same scripture
Head said, sorry for your loss, I know that pain different
Back in the hood, they lighting candles, pouring liquor
Police ain't got no leads, but your niggas know, did ya
A price on his head and now that number getting bigger
It takes cash to go to war, and they been stacking since December
Finally caught him lackin', headshot, made him shiver
Now y'all buried by each other, man, cause y'all was family members
Do you wanna be a
Writer: RASHAD TAYLOR
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