Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who's da Killer? , by - Tru. Song from the album Who's da Killer?, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.02.1992
Record label: MMG
Song language: English
Who's da Killer? |
| Ahhh yeah, one of them ole smooth ass motherfucking mellow beats |
| For your ass |
| The neighborhood dopeman, dopeman |
| It’s a risky business, selling that cocaine |
| (Master P) |
| Yo C man, tell them where you from |
| I was born in the place where people had to kill |
| Lots of dopefiends, so many drug deals |
| Disrespect my elders so I always cursed |
| Never tripped when I seen a nigga in a hearse |
| Dumb straight, I was fucked up from the start |
| They even tell me I was born, without a heart |
| But I ain’t really tripping off these grown ups |
| Cause he who got the dope, is the nigga with the big butt |
| I’m in a room chopping pounds on a silver plate |
| Sometimes I’m selling twenties, sometimes I’m selling weight |
| I never gave a fuck about right or wrong |
| Me go to jail, huh, it’s like a second home |
| On the first or fifteenth you know I don’t play |
| Cause two oz’s a day keep the fucking bills paid |
| Always got my beepers and my mobile phone |
| And when I raise my shirt, there go the fucking chrome |
| And you never catch me slipping in this fucking game |
| Cause I’m the neighborhood dopeman |
| (Master P) |
| Ahh big timer, shit man if you that big man |
| Why don’t you give your boy one ten tomorrow |
| Man I get my check in two days or something man |
| You know how it go Roll up on the set in the drop five |
| With the giggidy giggidy gat by my damn side |
| Ready to bust a sucker cap if they talking shit |
| But if it ain’t like that let me talk to this bitch |
| Bitch was hella-thick, dressed in them daisy dukes |
| Thinking by a dopefiend she might be a fiend too |
| Pull out my fat sack of dubs how I played the bitch |
| Took her behind the building, and P got his dick licked |
| Beeper ringing my boy say he out of dope |
| Told the bitch see you later, good-bye, see you stank hoe |
| Call my boys up, I knew it was a drought man |
| But I ain’t tripping cause at the house I got three ki’s man |
| Serving them niggas on the set just like some dopefiends |
| I use to sell them for four but now I’m selling the bitch for fifteen |
| And like Cube say, today’ll be a good day |
| Now who the fuck said crime don’t fucking pay |
| The name is P and you know I sell that cocaine |
| In other words I’m the neighborhood dopeman |
| (talking) |
| Yo P man what’s up man (what's happening) |
| You know them little young ass niggas man |
| They got me again man (oh man) |
| Seven niggas (I told you to come see me man) |
| Hanging out for you man |
| I couldn’t wait though man (I hear you little daddy) |
| Niggas came and got me with the motherfucking, P.C. |
| man |
| That motherfucking (just holler at me later than youknowI’msaying) |
| Yeah man, give me another one man I got to keep it pimping you know |
| Deep up in this game yo like deep as it go |
| A nigga can’t tell me shit, when it come to selling dope |
| I’m pushing 20's, 50's, hundreds, and slabs |
| And if that ain’t enough I’m going back up to the lab |
| Fiends, bitches, blowing up my pager |
| Them hoes want to make love I tell them hoes to call me later |
| Rolling six, and fuck this in this cutlass busting tight ones |
| Doing a donut on the L got sweated by the black and white ones |
| But, that’s, the life I choose to live, fast |
| And when I’m dropping all them thangs I keep a 9 up on the dash |
| When I’m passing out this cocaine I stay strapped |
| Selling crack, huh, your neighborhood dopeman |
| I’m breaking out, with the triple beam sacking up Shit for my niggas, to serve to the dopefiends |
| Young nigga getting rich, by 16 bezzels |
| Sitting tight plates and the paint’s plates read my bitch |
| Nigga, nigga living top notch keep my finger |