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Who's Da Killa

This song is by TRU and appears on the album Who's Da Killer? (1993).

(Feat. Big Ed, E-A Ski, King George)

Who's da killer whos the motherfuckin nigga
The one that pull the gun the one that squeaze the fucking trigger
The cops wanna ask me, wanna harrass me
About this dead body in the grass G
If you think I'm gonna talk then your wrong
Cause in the ghetto, snitches don't live long
So Ima mind my own and keep stiffing
And don't ask me about no motherfuckin murder weapon
My kids still ringin' from the gun black
Because it all happened so fast
I guess my nigga Lil Mark going to heaven
Another black victim of 187
His mom might be crying but she ain't shocked
Her son lived and died by the fucking rock
And that's how the story goes
Everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by the po po's
But ill never help your ass in this game nigga...
Who's Da Killer?

(Master P)
Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put slugs in your cap
And walk through your hood with my mug on
Call me master p or call me Al Capone
A nigga with no heart
I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart
Pushed up the street by a dope fiend
Took to a crack house and taught to use a triple beam
And ever since then I've been crazy
Step to a nigga like me your pushing daisies
'Cause I'm quick this in that ass to the county
And while your dead wipe your blood up with bounty
From the corner to the hearse and that assed up
Put bullets in your ass like a garbage truck
Eliminating fools like a sewer rat
And floss my 380 married to a mack
And that I'll be a Mack 10
So when I run up on a set punk you know ima do you in

(Big Ed)
Late night in the cutti time to have some fun
Got a page on my beeper it was number 1
Reached for the mobile phone got it down to
Tuner called my lady "Yo, what's going out?"
She asked me were the fuck are you at, and yo nigga
Do you have your motherfucking gat?
Yeah I'm strapped, and I ran around the block
Then she told me my my older brother got shot
I got to the house and I opened up the door
And there was my brother lyin' dead on the floor
And it has me tripped, my ace got popped
'Cause they caught his ass slippng
Creep through the hood with my hand on my gat
I gotta get those fools who put my brother on his back
Seen some niggaz up the block, released the safety
Oh when I leave someone is going to hate me
Boot it up take every fucking nigga
Out for revenge trying to find out whos da killer

(King George)
All the way to the county that's were they had me
They sent player one trying to bag me
They keep stressing had a bad bad attitude
He got the word from the order I was a bad dude
In the sell my mind did the linger
I keeped yelling I'm a fucking rap singer
But nobody listened to a fresh fits convicts
They bust me off like there ears got sound sick
Back to the saga coming from my jailsell
I move around when you hear the fuckin' bell yell
I got involved in a scabble that's a fist fight
When the foo bust out with a knife
He started swingin' I started ducking
Started moving It was a foo who was down
With the proven, I took a ride on the
C-2 sell block
I stay strapped with my rock in a sock
Waiting for a foo to come when it's my way
Sell lurked through you motherfucking didy date
Then he came promise he was down with the linching
Tear gas had the whole floor clinching
I couldn't breath I was lying in my tin bed
When a goon grabbed me by my fucking forehead
He picked me up and put me across his fucking shoulder
I said Bitch you let me die like a soldier
Damn it was a trip King George could think
All my boys on the motherfucking paint
Everywhere I rome every all dead bodies
God damn I was like John Gotti
Locked in a sell I was like a big black gorilla
Many died, but nobody saw the killer

You should of know your fucking with a motherfucking lunatic
I ain't playing with a full day, and my minds about to click
I walked out the house to see if this shitwas fucking TRU
Two slugs to the dome and his face was all blue
Retalliation fuck the penitention fucking gamble
Garb the tech, pump the facing amble
Called up my boy cause niggaz say some
Where he at?, Richmond jumped in the prowler
Rolling slow rolling slow, rolling fucking slow
Cut the lights off cause there the nigga go
Rolled on the set grab the mask point the tech out
It's a driveby sprayed the niggaz house I was
Letting 'em go you should have seen
But in the process I cut a motherfucking slug
Dead up in my chest, cops chase me investagating
A dead nigga, I gave the cops the alias
Now whos the fucking killer

(Calli G)
Calli G chourned out by society
I used to have a 95 even bitches find me
So I refuse to be a stray for the white man
So when you see me it's a gat in my right hand
Neighborhood Dopeman
Nigga from the base so you know me selling cocain
You fucking with the dank man foo, start the funk
I do a drop on you and your whole fucking crew
So here's a last thanksgiving foo
No turkey cause you won't be living dude
You catch 17 rounds from my cap peeler
No when this is, now whos the motherfucking killer

A foo got smarks so they calling me the trigger nigga
Po po's got a snitch trying to frame me as the killer
Interigating me and I got them foo's spoop
I dre say ya fuck with me, then it's a must that I fuck with you
Cause killers don't talk, gimme three hops in the county
Motherfuckers you figure it out, cause 'bout a nigga like me
If I gotta smoke a nigga ima do it on the solo creep
'Cause I be damned if I tell 'em my self trick
Some niggaz ill sell you off like pussy on the bitch
But anyway, back to the story, ya have no nuts, no glory
No evidence to cut a nigga loose, and that nigga that was snitching
Ws kuku for coco puffs foo, 'cause I mean a nigga that's spook
Try to hide but everybody know he wasn't cool
2 weeks past and the snitches missing
They found a nigga dead, with two to the temple
Somebody put that boy to sleep
Gave the fool a big fist and put his ass six feet deep
It might have been me whos know nigga
Who's the motherfucking killer

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