(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 1)
The state of California ^!$$%s 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

(*##$ made ^!$$%s it's some real ^!$$%s on the block
Cause every hood got a trigga happy ^!$$%
That don't give a $#&@ about puttin two in your liver

But how you figure you can do dirt and stay clean
^!$$%s like that get pronounced dead on the scene
Aint no winnin teams cause everybody taken losses in they hood

Reminiscin on they ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s on gin be lettin them Mack 10's
Bust 32 times
And ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s 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

$#&@in 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 ^!$$% on your team
But you know how it is

Can't even trust them ^!$$%s that you knew since you was kids
It aint no thang
I let them ^!$$%s have it to
(*##$ up and I switch up on that $$# 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 ^!$$%s slip
That's how they slide a (*##$ up under you
I wonder whose the next ^!$$%

To catch a bullet for sex ^!$$%
Thought you was @@#! until they chopped you with them tecs ^!$$%
I think the game is on it's last leg
Trigga happy ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$% %#@! in the 9-5

All about they scrilla doin ^!$$%s in on the side
Bellin through yo hood buckin fools down
Gettin caught slippin with they muther$#&@in 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 ^!$$%s be plottin on fools
Jackin muther$#&@ers 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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s up

Lookin for them dead presidents
Its for the money
You know the scratch but now we call it scrilla
It turned them kali ^!$$%s into straight killas
Set trippin on a daily basis
Vietnam aint %#@! on what a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% slippin or get killed over conversation

$#&@in wit (*##$ will get you killed quick
^!$$%s 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)