Eyes Of A Killa lyrics

by

Fiend


[c-murder]
As I wake up and look into the motherf*cking mirror
I realize I'm staring into the eyes of a killer
C-murder who I be, tru be my click
My mind's on killing but in the process I'm getting rich
As I walk out the crackhouse strapped
With my bulletproof vest cause I can't live with no bullets up in my chest
I'm a soldier, b*tch I told ya
With a shot from the calliop to the magnolia
Cause it's a known fact that I sell crack
You f*ck with me I'll smoke your ass like cuz smoked this track
Beeper blowin I gots to apprehend my drug money
But I see popo's in the car and commence to running
This cuz I knew keeps his rocks up in a skittles bag
n*gga I'll be a little late but have my cash
Jumped in the caddilac and hit i-10
Got on the mobile lemme see which hoe I'm gonna go up in
c*cked my weapon cause I ain't got no time for no bullsh*t
Ready to kill one of these hoes jealous ass boyfriend
n*gga, don't hate me cause I'm getting head while I'm smoking weed
And when I'm done I'll fix a sandwich and I'm outie g
? ? ? ? ? ? I ain't workin with it all
I blame that sh*t on spending half of my life behind bars
The fedz talkin bout, no limit full of drug dealers
But homocide know c-murder is a born killer

Chorus
They say I'm a drug dealer
But look into the eyes of this motherf*cking killer x2

My mind playin tricks cause um, I think some dope missing
Time to check my crackhouse cause something fishy
And I ain't taking no shorts n*gga ask silkk
I'm known to fold a n*gga head like a f*ckin quilt
Call bye cause I smell a f*ckin murder coming
No limit soldiers bout to have this f*ckin party jumping
Infared on ak's for a better aim
T-shirt, bulletproof vest cause, uh, bullets gots no name
Cause six deep is how we mob
Time for a 187, a motherf*cking homocide
They put another x up on my tatooes
Laughing as another n*gga sing the blues
Like frank nino, I feel funeral homes make a n*gga wish they kept thier
Motherf*ckin ass home
You can take me to jail b*tch, but that's dumb
Cause the witness will never make it to the motherf*cking courtroom
I'm legendary ask them hoes, see, they be loving
I'm not 2pac but uh, I'll still be thugging
Cause dope, pus*y and money is what I live for
Besides my family, that's something I'll kill for
Disrespect my click, and you will feel a
Blast from this motherf*cking natural born killa

Chorus x4

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