
Killa Benzino (Ft. The Untouchables)
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[Intro: Benzino]
Killa, killa
The revolution starts here
I guess this what it had to come to
I'm ready
[Chorus: Benzino]
I'm a killa and you can tell by the way that I walk
The way that I talk
The look in my eyes, I'ma get'cha man, I'ma hurt cha man
When them bullets start to fly you gon' understand
I'm a killa and you can tell by the way that I walk
The way that I talk
The look in my eyes, I'ma get'cha man, I'ma hurt cha man
When them bullets start to fly you gon' understand
[Verse 1: Young L.O., Benzino & Young Hardy]
The clips (Killa) inserted, the silencers locked on this clip
Get it hot on any block you walk on
The same strip you rep, same place you chopped on
With 32 shots and reloading, who want more? (Who want it?)
Call the medics but I don't think he gon' make it homes
The 9 is cute but the impact'a break ya bones
Cause all I know is thugs and misfits
So bust off your guns if you relating to this shit (I need to know)
Yea, for the juves with they duce duce trillin' the O.G.'s
The old heads (Chea) smoked out (Yo) toting they four piece
Killa, killa
The revolution starts here
I guess this what it had to come to
I'm ready
[Chorus: Benzino]
I'm a killa and you can tell by the way that I walk
The way that I talk
The look in my eyes, I'ma get'cha man, I'ma hurt cha man
When them bullets start to fly you gon' understand
I'm a killa and you can tell by the way that I walk
The way that I talk
The look in my eyes, I'ma get'cha man, I'ma hurt cha man
When them bullets start to fly you gon' understand
[Verse 1: Young L.O., Benzino & Young Hardy]
The clips (Killa) inserted, the silencers locked on this clip
Get it hot on any block you walk on
The same strip you rep, same place you chopped on
With 32 shots and reloading, who want more? (Who want it?)
Call the medics but I don't think he gon' make it homes
The 9 is cute but the impact'a break ya bones
Cause all I know is thugs and misfits
So bust off your guns if you relating to this shit (I need to know)
Yea, for the juves with they duce duce trillin' the O.G.'s
The old heads (Chea) smoked out (Yo) toting they four piece
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