Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Killa Killa Hill , by - Cappadonna. Song from the album The Struggle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.06.2005
Record label: Code Red
Song language: English
Killa Killa Hill |
| God rules everything around us |
| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll |
| God rules everything around us |
| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll |
| Yo, we grew up in the grind, ya’ll |
| Now it’s our time to shine ya’ll, yo, we did our time ya’ll |
| Now we back to collect our check, give us our respect |
| Debts gotta get paid off, a nigga hit the deck |
| My Goon Squad coming correct, handcuffs, Jakes backin' us up |
| We got it rough, on some guns bust |
| Niggas hold dust, through it all, kept our head off |
| Feds sped up, niggas in my hood read up |
| We still gully, and my whole click dead up |
| Clackin' them shots, right, my Goon Squad kick lead up |
| God rules everything around us |
| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll |
| God rules everything around us |
| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll |
| I’m from the Valley where the Goons stay, valors and S.K.'s |
| Shoot up your saloon and lay |
| Through a poverty side of my life, we came from |
| All the big niggas eat meals, real niggas kept ones |
| So much drugs in a box, gloves, couple Glocks |
| Thugs that stay on blocks, wolves that lay on cops |
| Dressin' like gangstas, I’ve been silkin' it before courvoisier and blunts with |
| rocks |
| We had to eat to live, cuz only real niggas protect |
| Lively hood, and get Hollywood props |
| I ran with arm specialist who loved to shoot, wrestle, spit |
| Bang bitches, buy a little drizzle and box |
| For all that we know, I analyze the rich steelo |
| Milk the game, Suge Knight a few people |
| Then made a lot of deposits, throughout the logic |
| My mental came swift, that’s the project |
| God rules everything around us |
| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll |
| God rules everything around us |
| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll |
| Aiyo, my team pressed up on the crime side |
| Them devils tried to catch us all, guarding our blind side |
| I cocked back the hammer, load up on my nine side |
| Startin' a revolution, like my Goon Squad died, poverty strucken |
| Right where the poor people reside, deep in the hood |
| Young bloods stay flippin' them pies, lookin' for easy ways out |
| My niggas try’nna survive, whippin' the gauge out |
| Strugglin', against all odds, stompin' the rage out |
| Duckin' down deep in them cars, whippin' the page out |
| Niggas stay kickin' them bars, knockin' ya fade out |
| Get ready for my Goon Squad stars, let the parade out |
| God rules everything around us |
| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll |
| God rules everything around us |
| Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya’ll |