笨小笨Black Ni**a Killa歌词由Eazy-E演唱，出自专辑《Featuring...Eazy - E》，下面是《Black Ni**a Killa》完整版歌词！
Black Ni**a Killa歌词完整版
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Bla-ck *aaaaaaaaa
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Killa killa killa killa
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Black *aaaaaaaaa
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Killa killa killa killa
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Black *aaaaaaaaa
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Killa killa killa killa
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Black *aaaaaaaaa
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Killa killa killa killa
Black ni**a killa hate brought death
Around the block as I holler points bust though the punks back
Raising gang, feel no pain, as I penetrate
*s fly deep as I strike a quick pace
I got the evil of a dead ni**a trapped in my mind
So my soul is a threat to my mankind
Born to kill I'm wicked by nature
Cause the streets of my neighborhood breath young hell razors
I'm 30 odd 6 with the skill
I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast
Motherf**kers catchin heat
As I bring anger
And release more danger from my chamber
The evil in my blood is possessed
So I creep low from the back slow and puts led in that ni**a's flesh
Ain't no hope, every ni**a wants to be the nine milla on the trigga
The black ni**a killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
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Killa killa killa killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
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Killa killa killa killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa
Deep from the death as I crept
I can feel his glock in the back of my neck
I'm thinkin to myself “what the f**k” as I pause
I can feel my heart thumpin from my balls
Up against his gun what the f**k could I do?
If I make a wrong move, the ni**a might shoot
My pops always warned me when I was comin up
If I play p**sy, I'm bound to get f**ked
Though bein broke as hell it be drivin me crazy
Hooked up with my *s start jackin *s daily
Fat sacks of dirt, to Dayton's, I got em
Slang em dirt cheap cause everything was profit
Now I got his nine on the back of my mind
As I watch my life pass right before my eyes
The sh*t that I done, is all in my face
Reflections of death as I step with my 38
The black ni**a killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa
Which b**ch made the statement?
About the ni**a bustin caps supportin all black Ben Davis
I'm out the doe
My pager's blowin up I check my ghat twice
Cause *s like to jack on a late night
And as I'm livin like a criminal
I try my best to keep my gang tight and stay away from punk *s
Strikin down Broadway
I caught some *s out of bounds from the (pause) upper MLK
Slowly crept from the cut at a quick pace
Ain't no love in my heart all I feel is hate
So 25 with that L might be mando
Cause ni**a I'm killin for them gold things with that Zapco
I watch the terror in eyes as he backed up
Ease of the break pop that clutch and watch his chest bust
Wide open as I bounce in the night quicker
From the nine milla trigga
The black ni**a killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa
YEAH!
Black *aaaaaaaaa
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Killa killa killa killa
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Black *aaaaaaaaa
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Killa killa killa killa
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Black *aaaaaaaaa
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Killa killa killa killa
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Black *aaaaaaaaa
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Killa killa killa killa
