The Gangsta, The Killa And The Dope Dealer

Heaven, living in a California cage, y'all trying to study me
 Gangbangin' a never die, it's too much love
 You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean
 God damn how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries y'all gonna build
 How many jars you gonna try to put us in you know what I'm saying
 Killa county is a state, murda
 Killa county is a state, murda
 Killa county is a state, murda
 Killa county is a state, murda
 Can't none of y'all niggas fuck with none of these niggas
 These triggas we's killas, sittin' on the porch in between legs
 Wit a bitch French braiding my head
 Now I leave 'em 'til they matted forearm tatted
 What's the Connection bitch you looking at it
 It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it takes to get to the center of a blow pop
 And it's gonna take a miracle to drive a car this color down Imperial
 Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark
 So let's wait till it get dark, so many foe's walk in my
 It's like the international, house of pancakes
 All on the grass, every bitch passed
 A first not last, when we all hit the ass
 Doin' tricks jacked up like a six, one pussy, and thirteen dicks
 Gangsta's don't dance we boogie, niggas run out and get ya cookie
 Killa county is a state, murda
 Killa county is a state, murda
 Killa county is a state, murda
 Killa county is a state, murda
 Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding
 Nobody survives when I got my steel up
 Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga
 What the fuck you lookin' at nigga
 True blue when I bust
 Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks
 Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride
 I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside
 Letting 'em have it with my double barrel sawed off
 I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all
 Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses
 Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette
 As the sun frowns on my forehead
 I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man
 Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock when I bust shots
 W.C. keep the hammer cocked
 The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer
 The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer
 The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer
 The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer
 What's crackin' well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene
 I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams
 I put it down on and off the record my flats a double decker
 Marble floors all checkered
 Now what can I say every bitch I lay
 Be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yeah
 So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man
 I make more deliveries than the postman
 My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos
 And now it's kilos five and six double zeros
 Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex
 Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex
 With my aces OT on a regular basis
 We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases
 Cause ain't nothin' reala than niggas gettin' they scrilla
 Like a gangsta, a killa but Mack I'll be the dope deala
 Killa county is a state, murda
 Killa county is a state, murda
 Killa county is a state, murda
 Killa county is a state, murda
 The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer
 The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer
 The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer
 The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer
 The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer
 The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer
 The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer
 The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer
 Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin' up
 I can't go here, I can't go there
 I feel institutionalized
 And I'm on the street