| «Okey what we have here?»
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| We have a 187 black male, fictim of possibly 18 years of age…
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| Gun shot wound to the head…
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| Look like he is been dead of possibility 2 hours «uha»
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| When we received a phone call quite sometime ago…
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| But you know how it’s when people have to come down into the Park
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| And don’t nobody wanna come down here…
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| «yeah, were any witnesses step forward?»
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| Shit, witnesses down in this motherfucker?
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| Who’s the fuck is gonna come forward down here…
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| «Okey, well let’s get this area tipped off
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| Let’s move these fuckin people back outta the way, behind the tape
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| Let’s get those cars outta here and get that car down here
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| And pick up this motherfuckin dead body»
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| I want all y’all motherfuckers get the move in this shit
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| Everybody get back, everybody get back
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| Hey you. |
| you. |
| you. |
| yeah
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| Take the, yeah, take the tape overthere, would you please
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| Okey, man, it’s always a killing in the park
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| It’s all like everyday, if you want some tray
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| If you want some gun play
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| Straight killas in the park…
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| Straight killas in the park…
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| If it ain’t that right time of the day
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| I think you better walk around the other way
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| Straight killas in the park…
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| Straight killas in the park…
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| Watch young brother now watchin me get game
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| Well let me tell you about this little spot
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| Where we check by the block mate, yeah it’s servin'
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| Straight claimin killas in the park
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| Put some out for my dead homies and my niggas stuck to the rock
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| If you look up in the ride you’ll see this
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| Regals, colorists, foes, trays and big fat black Doodle
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| Light posted hundred smokes for my folks, and case of Hennessy
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| A couple of pounds of this stinky trees
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| A few rats with mobile phone to keep calling the shit
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| Let’s know when it’s on
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| Even rollin chick inside worse and worst got beef
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| Dwellin, while we still drug sellin'
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| But y’all don’t heard that shit from me… Oooh baby please
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| What y’all know about killas in the park
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| That’s the drums sound 40 felons holdin ground
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| And I aid across you by the little B.G.'s- Ghetto Boys
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| Cause y’all couldn’t see this, they will known me enemies
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| Straight provin to help us with that chicken movin
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| Nine times outta ten
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| We tell 'em meet us at the park at the dark
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| To see where your nuts at
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| 20 niggas with straps, 20 more with they packs, fully automatic
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| My people stalk to see me, smelling like a gang with me
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| Leavin niggas start killings in the park…
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| «Niggas in the Park»
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| Nigga who in the fuck you think you’re talking to
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| Nigga you won’t remember shit when come through, out your coma
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| It’s compton and pomona
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| Killas in the park from Cali' to Arizona
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| You can’t walk through the park, niggas crazy of the dark
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| Keep your hand on the gun or nigga you’ll be on the run
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| Niggas camoflauged in the night
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| Packin Desert Eagles and 22's nigga fuck the fight
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| And fuck them police that be thinkin they slick
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| With they headlights on, tryin to creep, they can suck a fat dick
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| Take your pig in the pimp clinic
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| Stay your ass out the park cause this crazy niggas be off in it
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| But I see you niggas there selling 'lley
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| Hitting switches with your bitches every motherfuckin day
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| So beware of the killas in the park
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| And get your ass on before it get dark, uhh niggas…
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| You got to watch your back for the po-po's, creepin up out suburb-os
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| Come on up the creep, for your works and your heap
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| Deepest think then can get. |
| I gets the fuck about the one time
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| It’s just another player heater tryin' to take mine
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| Yo, we regulate the buck them dawn to dusk
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| So if the one time one, stash your gauge, you’ll shut the fuck up
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| Cause they be comin with that black killing black
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| You better watch your back because the streets full of pack
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| Think it to myself yeah I’ma dump motherfucker
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| Got me y’all off? |
| tryin to act like ain’t did nothin'
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| But 'til the minute I slipped
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| Yo, they’ll all up in my mamma house trippin this shit
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| It’s like my homies used to say
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| If it gets that deep you got to put the motherfuckers to sleep
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| And make the park once more won’t safer
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| Cause dumb shit comin between we and my paper
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| He that be in the park gettin rolled up?
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| It be that nigga Short stopper sellin' cut up
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| Yo, he ain’t the homie, so we can’t check
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| It ain’t personal nigga it’s respect
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| Yo, if I ain’t part on swings, I’m in the basketball court
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| I’m in the T-shirt, chuck T’s and cut off Khaki short
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| Junkies come and call me lil' boot camp
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| I’m goin and see now, I’ma screamin New child
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| Yeah, big ball going off like the mugg man, it’s 9−1-1 man
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| Stash the gold, take by the wrong man
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| I just served then I ain’t this trick
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| Uhh, now we gettin restart quick
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| I turned around and said fool you’re a snitch
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| I shot him in his junky-Ass-Bitch
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| I’ma killa from the park… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killaz in the Park, artist - Above The Law. Album song Time Will Reveal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп