Killaz in the Park

(*Helicopter propeller turning*) [Intro: Crime Scene Investigation] [FBI Agent] Okey, what we have here? [CIA Agent] We have a 187 black male Fictim at approximately 18 years of age.. Gun shot wounded to the head... Looks like he is been dead approximately 2 hours [FBI Agent] uha [CIA Agent] when we received a phone call, quite sometime ago.... But you know how it is when people have to come down here Into the Park Now, don't nobody wanna come down here.. [FBI Agent] yeah, were any witnesses stepped forward? [CIA Agent] Shit!!, witnesses down in this mothafucker?! Who the fuck is goin' to come forward down here?! [FBI Agent] Okey, well, let's get this area tapped off Let's move these fuckin' people back outta the way, behind the tape Let's get those cars outta here and get that car down here And pick up this mothafuckin' dead body [CIA Agent] I want all you mothafuckers get the move from this shit Everybody get back, everybody get back Aiy you.. you.. you.. yeah Take the, yeah, take the tape overthere, would you please Okey, man, there's always a killin' in the park (*Helicopter propeller turning*) [Hook: Kokane & Backup Singers] It's all like everyday, if you on some date Or if you want some gun play Straight killers in the park Straight killers in the park If it ain't that the right time of the day I think you better walk around out my way Straight killers in the park Straight killers in the park [KMG] Watch out young bro' Now watch me get gain Wait let me tell you about this little spot Where we check by the black Ray Yeah, it's servin, straight claimin' killers in the park Put some out for my dead homies and my niggas stuck to the rock If you look up in the ride You'll see Regals, colorists, Foes, Treys and a big fat black Duly Like posted Hundred Spokes for my folks, and a case of Hennessy A couple of pounds of this stinky tree A few rats with mobile phones to keep calling us y'all To let us know when it's on Even rollin' chick inside worse and worst got beef Dwellin, while we still drug sellin' But you don't hear that shit from me...Oooh baby please What y'all know about killers in the park? That's the drum sound 40 felons holdin' ground And I aid acrossed you by the little B.G.'s-] Ghetto Boys Cause y'all couldn't see this They will known the enemies, straight provin' They help us with that chicken movin' Nine times outta ten We tell them meet us at the park after the dark To see where your nuts at 20 niggas with straps, 20 more with they backs, fully automatic My people is totin' Semi, smellin, lightin' a gang weed Leavin' niggas start to fear us in the park [MC Ren] Niggas in the Park [Hook: Kokane & Backup Singers] [MC Ren] Nigga who in the fuck you think you're talkin' to? Nigga you won't remember shit when you come through, out your coma It's Compton and Pomona Killers in the park, from Cali' to Arizona You can't walk through the park, niggas crazy after the dark Keep your hand on your gun, or nigga you'll be on the run Niggas camouflaged in the night Packin' Desert Eagles and 22's, nigga fuck a fight And fuck them police, that be thinkin' they slick With they headlights on, tryin' to creep, they can suck a fat dick Take your pig in the Pimp Clinic Stay your ass out the park cause these crazy niggas be off in it But I see you niggas there sellin' yay Hittin' switches with your bitches every mothafuckin' day So beware of the killers in the park And get your ass on before it gets dark, ugh, niggas [Hook: Kokane & Backup Singers] [Cold 187Um] We got to watch our back for the po-po's Creepin' up out Suburb-os Comin' on up the creep for your works and your heap Deepest seekin' can get.. I gives the fuck about the One Time They just another player hater tryin' to take mine Yo, we're regulatin' to buck them dawn to dusk So if the one time comes, stash your gauge they'll shut the fuck up Cause they be comin' with that Black-Killing-Black You better watch your back because the streets full of that Thinkin' to myself, yeah, I'mma dumb mothafucker Got me y'all looks a failure Tryin' to act like ain't doin' nothin' But 'til the minute I slipped Yo, they'll be all up in my momma house trippin' and shit It's like my homie used to say: if it gets that deep You got to put the mothafuckers to sleep And make the park much more unsafer Cause dumb shit, comin' between me and my paper Who that be in the park gettin' rolled up? It be that nigga Short Stopper sellin' cut up Yo, he ain't the homie, so we gained cheque It ain't personal, nigga, it's respect Yo, if I ain't bout the swings, I'm on the basketball court I'm in the T-shirt, chuck T's and cut off Khaki shorts Junkies come and call me lil' boo-ya I'm goin' to see now, I'mma screamin' New child Yeah, beaper goin' off like the mug man, it's 9-1-1 man Stash the dough, they bout to roll man I just served then I ain't this trick Uhh, now we're gettin' restore quick I turned around and said fool you's the snitch I shot him and that junky-Ass-Bitch I'm a killer from the park (*pow*)