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Michelle Tumes - Tales of a Killa lyrics
[Chorus]
 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
 [Woodie]
 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 fuck 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 bitch 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
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 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
 [Hook]
 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
 [Woodie]
 Another sloppy late night in the drive thru waiting for our food
 Me and 2 homies and a bitch 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 fuck 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 unloadMichelle Tumes - Tales of a Killa - http://motolyrics.com/michelle-tumes/tales-of-a-killa-lyrics.html
 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 motherfucker 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 bitch got more nuts than you
 Saw red and blue behind us
 Thanks to my homie's dumb bitch 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 canal
 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
 He said he heard me on the scanner
 And he knew I had to ride
 You say you're a gangster and don't feel that?
 You're faking it
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[Hook] x 4
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