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 F**kin' 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