Killing Fields Lyrics

(2Pac Talking) Hey who ya'll wanna fuck? K say he wanna fuck da brat Yak said he wanna fuck somebody in the ? That nigga malc said he wanna fuck a leo, fuck it Mutah said he wanna fuck Toni Braxton like a muthafucker hahahaha Thats right nigga, get paid Who's that? Big Malcolm Living like a G Hollywood up top with a 5th of Hennessey Mutah said you love beating bitches live K-Dog On the real gettin high Label us the young thugs Niggas leave with much mail Fuck hoes, fuck the law, and fuck jail Young niggas never had a prayer to prevail These killing fields can be hell (EDI [Big Malcolm]) You see its uh complicated We grew up crime related From watchin them old folks smoke dope Yo it left us faded But on the kiling fields As real as some niggas chill Realize and recognizin You survive if you got bigger steel Then it was only a minute till our time was coming Yo it was at the point Don't have no run ins with those fucking youngins See all the grown ups was dead or smoked up Left with no game to soak up We said fuck it and loc'd up Back to the street to escape it And to make beats But then there would be those who'd be rich if we didnt did it Murder but aint nobody feel us Still now its too late We aint nothing but bait for them killin fields [Chorus] Gotta keep my eyes on the steal Cant be the victim but killing fields But if I must, then I guess I just will So ima bust, and kick dust when it is Gotta keep my eyes on the steal Cant be the victim but killing fields But if I must, then I guess I just will So ima bust, and kick dust when it is (Kastro [K-Dogg]) I came through lookin up to who The high rollers with the gold chains But now as I look back and think about my wishes Seeing them same killin niggas turn to snitches So I stay high and suspicious Oh these fields can get real fuckin vicious I know you feel me If you nigga how you can't I'm gettin hot and lick a shot when im amped And I aint got nothing on my mind but my riches Bury me a G aint got time for no bitches (biatch) Thinkin they fuckin with a nigga on heels Baby I must keep it real For my niggas on these killin fields [Chorus] (Yaki Kadafi [Young Hollywood]) Now I can get through this Aint nothing to this Matter of fact many if not plenty more Muthafuckas be alive If they knew this I keeps my shit wicked Throw your hands in the muthafuckin air as I kick it Tryin to see a meal ticket before im gone Papa never got the chance to tell me it was on So now I?m torn Trapped between the devils curse and a hearse Left with nothing but childhood pictures in my grandmamas purse Now I strap up for the showdown Grab my four pound and some more rounds Bet these thugs would love to slug So get low down Words can't express how I feel for my steel On these muthafuckin killin fields [Chorus]Yaki Kadafi f/ 2Pac, Young Thugz - Killing Fields - http://motolyrics.com/yaki-kadafi-f-2pac-young-thugz/killing-fields-lyrics.html