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Talez Of A Killa Lyrics

by Woodie


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
Thanks to my homie's dumb bitch it wasn't to hard to find 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













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Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

De-de-destruction
De-de-destruction
War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

De-de-destruction
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
White Lies
rin
One Direction
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone
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