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

now he scramin' off razor sharp face off

killarmy cut, pushin' through like what

always housted up double edge leave you with a buck

fifty three nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Terrorist arch nemesis this is my testament