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Woodie lyrics : "Talez Of A Killa"

Listen to the tales of this Northern Cali killer
Take it for what it's 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 $#&@ 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 (*##$ 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

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

Why 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 (*##$ 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 $#&@ 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
I 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
Now this mother$#&@er starts driving in circles going nuts

Scramblin' on the belt
"I think you blew his brains out"
Sucka that's another reason we should vanish not hang out

I told him yo (*##$ got more nuts than you
Saw red and blue behind us
Thanks to my homie's dumb (*##$ 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 c!@#^
Half the evidence gone apartment complex straight ahead

I'm more than halfway to home I'm only giving up dead
I gotta stop to take a breath in the apartments and 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
I heard you on the scanner
And I knew you'd arrive
You say you're a gangster and don't feel that?
You're faking it

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