Ya Not No Killa lyrics

by

RZA


[Intro: Bars]
Just yesterday I was born again
Everyday when I wake up, I'm born over

[Bars]
One for the money, two for the cash
Three for Rikers Island, who need weed bag stash
Seen dope fiends throw up, sh*tty weed bags, it's madness
Coppers perpetrayin' the fort, crackers wanna kill n*ggas
Triggers get handed to n*ggas, with no cases
I guess I'd have a gun, if I was safer
Never hate us, come in dreams, when I be sleepin'
Makin' me wake up, with cold sweats, it's no threat
Imaginary gunshot to the head
But I be happy, when I don't wake up dead
I'm just on point, do what y'all might do
Even though that ain't like you
You ain't no killa, n*gga, my type 2
Pencil will carve a name in a check
That'll get your ass gensu, in two

[Hook: V12]
You not no killa, and everybody knows you not
You not no killa, no, no, you ain't
Killa, you not, you know you not, you not, a killa
You not no killa, no, oh no

[V12]
Big guns try to approach, but need one
Don't force me to pump you and your soldiers, your close breath
Free throws, like b*tches, keep babies, it might seem
Crazy, how I'd rap and sing, it's truly amazing
I spend nights and a days, with a bad b*tch from Beijing
And them cops keep hating, I'm answer my floor
But at the same time, get off these hammers, increasin' my throat
Call me V-Twizzy, more tenor, b*tch, cuz you the dumb one
Look, Tony, not to get hit from the blind side
b*tches, cling rider, whoever, dun, it's y'all time
And everybody knows your not

[Hooks]
I'm that good guy, hood fly, dubbies on an S
Six double no, bling, hangin' off my neck
Bang tattered on my waist, I ain't go no problems
But that ratchet can't be safe
Just in case, I gotta put a bast*rd in his place
Cuz I ain't been dead nothing
I showed a love I have, and did my life thuggin'
Youngin' from the 41st side of the hood
Mix a twenty sacks of haze, with a sack of that wood
Cuz I get high, like I get money and hoes
I done came up, and still be runnin' the same codes
And I move crowds, air you out
n*ggas round the hood said B-N-H got the juice now
New Now N Laterz, we back, you wanksta
Q.B., 41st Side, B.A. gangstas
Got it locked, you ain't a killer, never buck a shot, n*gga
Stock boy, you too cold to be a hot boy

[Hook]

[Shyheim]
Some actin' cuckoo like he just flew over a nest
Like y'all give a f*ck how much weight he bench
Shyheim, my government and my attribute
BIG left me a tech a nine, at my cribs
So give me the loot, or LBC it like Snoop
I'm out to get coof again, coof again, coupe
Turn up the thermostat, I beat a murder rap
I'm about to bring it back, in the name of crack
In the name of dope, slidin' through your hood
On a diamondback, with spokes
Big boy toys, underneath the smoke of coke
Y'all motherf*ckers must think I'mma joke
I smack n*ggas like you, and tell 'em, go get your guns
As far as I'm concerned, y'all can suck di*k and swallow c*m
I'm God son, the rose of salvation
Product of the ghetto, I'm the streets creation
I move like vampires, only at night
Hand grip like plyers, on the block with rapid fire
Goin' hay wire, I stab a n*gga til my arm gets tired
About to retire..

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