Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talez Of A Killa, artist - WoodieDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Talez Of A Killa |
| Listen to the tales of this Northern Cali killer |
| Take it for what it’s worth but recognize a blood spiller |
| So far I’ve been lucky but enemies might take me |
| Take chances again if they under estimate me |
| Say your Prayers count your blessings |
| Grab your weapon grip it tight |
| Cause tonight I sport my put in work sweatshirt right |
| But you won’t catch me barking duels in a lark tonight |
| Creep up on foot and down the street I got a stolen bike |
| Thats my getaway but first I go to sit and wait |
| Lurking in the shadows on mission to do my hit and shake |
| Patience always pays so I’m stiffer than a statue |
| By no means I won’t fuck this up this suckers life is past due |
| I know he’s home the TVs on I see a shadow through the blinds |
| Walking towards the front door |
| Yeah I think its about that time |
| Sure enough door opens wide |
| Now he’s stepping outside |
| Barrel flashes from the bushes all he seen before he died |
| Bent a corner run down the block hop on the BMX |
| Meanwhile his bitch is in shock hugging his bleeding chest |
| Pedal to my safe spot |
| Get the fireplace hot |
| Burn up my clothing scrub my body |
| Gunpowder trace gone |
| On the way home I disassembled and disbursed |
| Of my weapon in the gutters from 10th street to 1st |
| So I’m feeling pretty confident my mission was successful |
| Kick up my feet crack and Old E and drink a chest full |
| Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer |
| Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood spiller |
| So far I’ve been lucky but enemies might take me |
| Take chances again if they under estimate me |
| Why they want to test me stress me to the point I’m homicidal |
| Don’t they recognize death is nothing new in my eyes |
| When it comes to defending my title |
| Another sloppy late night in the drive thru waiting for our food |
| Me and 2 homies and a bitch drinking 40's an Boones |
| Out at 2 One ounce left so I’m burning holes in my head |
| I turn around fools are looking at me like they want me dead |
| Words were said without a doubt I’m knowing that the funks jumping |
| They must be packing fuck that I’ll be the first to dump something |
| Told my homie drive and pull the car to the side of the road |
| They pulled up said a word or two until I proceeded to unload |
| Bullets lighting up the backseat windows are shattering |
| Since I’m thinking that they pack heat I’m skipping the chattering |
| I emptied the clip |
| Not sure how many were hit |
| I told my homie drive and lets split he started to trip |
| He just stopped froze |
| Like he was comatose |
| I said its not the time to break down like a ho lets go |
| He finally put the pedal to the metal but that tripped me out |
| I told him drive a half a mile pull over and let me out |
| Shake the spot and take the under routes park up in the cuts |
| Now this motherfucker starts driving in circles going nuts |
| Scramblin' on the belt |
| «I think you blew his brains out» |
| Sucka that’s another reason we should vanish not hang out |
| I told him yo bitch got more nuts than you |
| Saw red and blue behind us |
| And then he proceeds to take them on a slow speed chase |
| Twenty Five I’m going to face the DA’s got a clean case |
| With about seven different patrol cars in pursuit |
| He pulls over and Five 0 draws their weapons ready to shoot |
| Over the bullhorn I can hear them say |
| «Come out with your hands raised» |
| I did exactly that but then I broke and made them give chase |
| Striking through a field I hit a barbwire fence |
| I hopped it like a champion only got a rip in my pants |
| Then I advanced up on a bike trail |
| Slowly losing 50's tail |
| Noticed water to the left threw my strap in the canal |
| Half the evidence gone apartment complex straight ahead |
| I’m more than halfway to home I’m only giving up dead |
| I gotta stop to take a breath in the apartments and I listen |
| I can hear the ghetto bird but it ain’t knowing my position |
| Continuing on my mission |
| I’m hopping yard to yard |
| Crawling bush to bush |
| Hiding underneath car to car |
| And now three hours later and about 2 miles down the road |
| I’m in front of my homies house my hearts about to explode |
| Knocked on the door at 4am |
| He wasn’t one bit suprised |
| I heard you on the scanner |
| And I knew you’d arrive |
| You say you’re a gangster and don’t feel that? |
| You’re faking it |