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(Talk) |
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Good evening |
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Welcome to channel 187 Murder 1 News |
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Tonight we focus on the city of Vallejo in the state of California |
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Where five black men were found dead at the water front |
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From various gunshot wounds |
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This brings the homicide rate in the state of California to one of the |
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highest in the nation |
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And is now known to you as killa kali |
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(Verse 1) |
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The state of California niggas call it killa kali |
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Murder weapons in the river bodies found in the alleys |
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Bring the yellow tape |
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Body bags gettin zipped up |
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Heads blown off wit they insides ripped up |
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Mobile phones flipped up |
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Factors callin shots |
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Bitch made niggas its some real niggas on the block |
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Cause every hood got a trigga happy nigga |
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That don't give a f**k about puttin two in your liver |
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But how you figure you can do dirt and stay clean |
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Niggas like that get pronounced dead on the scene |
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Aint no winnin teams cause everybody taken losses in they hood |
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Reminiscin on they niggas man I wish I could |
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Bring back the homies that I lost up in that funk season |
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Gotta check myself or let that alcohol be the reason |
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So I just poor a little liquor on the concrete |
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For my dead homies and the ones who aint gone see the streets |
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Locked up with the rest of the locs |
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But whatever the reason my folks are walkin the yard |
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Or gettin they guts some |
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Tryin to make it home but I think they |
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Safer in that pin cause niggas on gin be lettin them Mack 10's |
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Bust 32 times |
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And niggas who aint in it gettin shot by |
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Standards on the block |
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Smokin like bomb |
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Fools given up they cell |
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Gettin sideways leaven them t-shirts soakin wet |
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Retaliation is a must |
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So now you know them niggas you was funkin wit |
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Gone be at yo do so |
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Keep yo hand on yo nina in the valley |
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Or get dumped in the alley |
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F**kin around in killa kali |
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(Chorus 1) |
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Mothers on they knees |
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Wit tears in they eyes why |
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(cause killa kali is the state of the drive by) |
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Mothers on they knees |
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Wit tears in they eyes why |
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(cause killa kali is the state of the drive by) |
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(Chorus 2) |
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It's killa kali It's killa kali |
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buddahba |
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It's killa kali It's killa kali |
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buck buck |
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It's killa kali It's killa kali |
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budduhba |
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It's killa kali It's killa kali |
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buck buck |
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(Verse 2) |
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The killins on |
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Aint even safe when you at home |
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Whatever dirt you do |
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gone follow you until you gone |
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So pack ya chrome |
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And handle your own cause potnas tend to run |
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Walked in the party 10 deep and only left wit one |
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Real nigga on your team |
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But you know how it is |
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Can't even trust them niggas that you knew since you was kids |
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It aint no thang |
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I let them niggas have it to |
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Bitch up and I switch up on that ass before I blast you |
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And fools better watch them hoes in they mix |
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Seen them choosen and you bid on that set up for a six |
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foot ditch with your family in front of you |
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So many niggas slip |
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That's how they slide a bitch up under you |
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I wonder whose the next nigga |
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To catch a bullet for sex nigga |
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Thought you was cock until they chopped you with them tecs nigga |
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I think the game is on its last leg |
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Trigga happy niggas wit no heart |
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It aint no used to be |
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For your life |
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cause out here they quick to take they own |
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Snortin that Peruvian |
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On Hennessey you know they gone |
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Cant tell a nigga shit in the 9-5 |
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All about they scrilla doin niggas in on the side |
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Bellin through yo hood buckin fools down |
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Gettin caught slippin with they mutherf**kin pants down |
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Sleep with one eye open in the valley |
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cause everything you love'll get smoked up in killa kali |
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(Chorus 1) |
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(Chorus 2) |
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(Verse 3) |
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California niggas be plottin on fools |
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Jackin mutherf**kers for them daytons |
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And leave that ol' school |
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Sittin on with yo face in the dash |
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two in the back of yo head |
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Rip yo pockets of then laugh |
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Then you got them fools on the track pullin out glocks |
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Pistol whippin niggas till they drop |
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Reach in they draws and take they rocks |
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They money |
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They rings and they chains |
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Without a skimask on |
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But cant complain |
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Its all in the game |
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Follow one of them ballers to they residence |
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tyin niggas up |
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Lookin for them dead presidents |
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Its for the money |
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You know the scratch but now we call it scrilla |
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It turned them kali niggas into straight killas |
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Set trippin on a daily basis |
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Vietnam aint shit on what a nigga in the hood faces |
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1-8-7 case |
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Cop into a lesser charge |
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Three strikes |
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Hit you with that L |
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Lock behind bars |
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Bellin wit a strap |
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Punks seem like its waitin |
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To catch a nigga slippin or get killed over conversation |
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F**kin wit bitch will get you killed quick |
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Niggas let they hoes mow down they homies on the real beitch |
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Fools come to kali thinkin club med |
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Caught up in the cross fire when them sets bump heads |
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Keep yo hand on ya nina in the valley |
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Or everything you love'll get smoked up in killa kali |
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(Chorus 1) |