Killarmy

Killa Arm 9-8
this L.P.'s a banga
yeah
[Chorus]
Yo, Killarmy in ya Galaxy
in ya continent
in ya state
in ya city
take'em to war throw ya grenade
this shit is gritty
rollin' tanks, carry shanks
while ya'll niggaz shoot blanks
livin' gun powder roll black down
dealin' wit ranks
Yo, Killarmy in ya Galaxy
in ya continent
in ya state
in ya city
take'em to war throw ya grenade
this shit is gritty
[Verse 1]
Yo, What's the sign's on ya crab ass
niggaz out here in this rap shit
turning this shit into some fuckin' after shit
step into my chamber I hang ya
like a stranger out tah dry with the mic cord
rapped around your neck like 2 times
design to leave you breathless
to the pointt where you past out
flat lined simple mined ass cats
get ya fingers snap back outta place (what)
and dislocated reaching for that mic device kid I'm Nice
[Verse 2]
Yo, We never timid break the street limit
state laws and glass jars and fake malls,
burst pause we take jobs wiseguys who want a prize guy
we snatch mics bitch right turn out the light
mathamatics strikes a site make me pull my fist tight
we wild every night bump shoulders clubs over
night crips start to fight wnet to Santalaw
pulled out the dialog bashed his dome with the smearin' off