Good Welcome to 187 Murder 1 News Tonight we on the city of Vallejo in the state of California Where five black men were found at the water front From gunshot wounds This the homicide rate in the state of California To one of the highest in the And is now known to you as Kali
The of California niggas call it Killa Kali Murder in the river bodies found in the alleys Bring the tape, body bags gettin' zipped up Heads blown off wit', they insides up Mobile flipped up, factors callin' shots Bitch made niggas, some real niggas on the block 'Cuz every hood got a happy nigga That don't give a fuck about two in your liver But how you you can do dirt and stay clean
Niggas like that get dead on the scene Ain't no teams 'cuz everybody taken losses in they hood Reminiscin' on niggas, man, I wish I could Bring back the homies I lost up in that funk season check myself or let that alcohol be the reason So I just poor a liquor on the concrete For my dead homies and the who ain't gone see the streets Locked up with the of the locs
But whatever the my folks are walkin' the yard Or gettin' they guts, some to make it home but I think They safer in that pin 'cuz niggas on gin be them Mack 10's Bust 32 and niggas who ain't in it gettin' shot by Standards on the block, like bomb, fools given up they cell Gettin' sideways leaven T-shirts, soakin' wet is a must So now you know niggas you was funkin' wit' Gone be at yo do so, keep yo hand on yo in the valley Or get dumped in the alley, fuckin' in Killa Kali
on they knees Wit' tears in eyes, why? ('Cuz Killa Kali is the state of the by)
Mothers on they Wit' in they eyes, why? ('Cuz Killa Kali is the of the drive by)
It's Kali, it's Killa Kali It's Killa Kali, it's Kali Buck,
Killa Kali, it's Killa Kali It's Killa Kali, it's Killa Buck,
The killin's on, even safe when you at home dirt you do gone follow you until you gone So pack ya chrome and handle own potnas tend to run Walked in the 10 deep and only left wit' one Real nigga on your but you know how it is Can't even them niggas that you knew since you was kids It ain't no thang, I let them niggas it to
Bitch up and I switch up on that ass I blast you And fools better them hoes in they mix Seen them choosen and you bid on set up for a Six foot ditch with family in front of you So many niggas slip, that's how they slide a up under you I wonder whose the next nigga to catch a bullet for sex Thought you was cock until chopped you With them tecs nigga, I think the game is on its leg
Trigga happy niggas wit' no heart, it no used to be For your life 'cuz out here they quick to take own Snortin' Peruvian on Hennessey you know they gone Can't a nigga shit in the 9-5 All about they doin' niggas in on the side Bellin' through yo hood fools down Gettin' caught, with they mutherfuckin' pants down Sleep one eye open in the valley 'Cuz everything you love'll get smoked up in killa
Mothers on they Wit' in they eyes, why? ('Cuz Killa Kali is the state of the by)
Mothers on knees Wit' tears in eyes, why? ('Cuz Killa Kali is the state of the by)
It's Kali, it's Killa Kali It's Killa Kali, Killa Kali Buck,
It's Killa Kali, it's Killa It's Killa Kali, Killa Kali Buck,
California niggas be on fools Jackin' mutherfuckers for them And leave that ol' sittin' on with yo face in the dash Two in the of yo head, rip yo pockets of then laugh Then you got them on the track pullin' out glocks whippin' niggas till they drop Reach in they and take they rocks They money, they and they chains
Without a skimask on but can't It's all in the one of them ballers to they residence Tyin' niggas up, for them dead presidents for the money You the scratch but now we call it scrilla It turned them Kali niggas into straight Set trippin' on a basis
Vietnam ain't shit on what a in the hood faces 1-8-7 case, cop a lesser charge strikes hit you with that L Lock behind bars, bellin' wit' a Punks seem like it's To catch a nigga or get killed over conversation
Fuckin' bitch will get you killed quick Niggas let they hoes mow down they homies on the real Fools come to Kali thinkin' med Caught up in the cross fire when them bump heads Keep yo hand on ya in the valley Or everything you love'll get up in Killa Kali
on they knees Wit' tears in they eyes, ('Cuz Killa is the state of the drive by)
on they knees Wit' in they eyes, why? ('Cuz Killa Kali is the state of the by)