WC - Tears Of A Killa Lyrics




[Verse 1: W.C.]
Our Father, Who Art in Heaven, Hallowed Be Thy Name
I bow to you with a heart full of pain
Tear stains, Khaki suited and off the chain
Eyes jaded, straight exhausted from the gist-name
I play it calm but the truth is;
I'm losing my mind, and hoping you can help me through this
All these snitches, punk tricks, Cheddar twisting
Phony-ass niggaz in this Record Business
Hold down, now let me take my handkerchief and tie it around me
Lake it or pancake it, then slide on my bounties
Ride on, grind on, say a prayer with my strap
Hit the street and get mines on
Bring new heat, swing through streets; I want it but can't stop
Chopping and moving this D, I'm in too deep
Ándele Ándele, rips and dime moves, build with a nigga
Feel the tears of a killer

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
I got the blues, how shall I be loose?
Which row to choose, something confuse
La la la la la la la
(Tears of a Killer, my life, the tears of a Killer)
Can't go away, with no delay
Back in the day, my mind was made just astray
La la la la la la la
(Tears of a Killer, my pain, the tears of a Killer)

[Verse 2: W.C.]
Dear Mr. President, Chief of Police, the DA Firm
The Judge of the Commonwealth, this concerns
I'm from the Bandanna Empire
Just one of the many of young riders caught at the crossfire
A product of my environment, rip riders and bloods
But to your perceive, that's a thug
But in all actuality, we're two of the same kind
Cause your war ain't no different that mines
We're both wave a flag signs
Nigga that what's the difference, we do drive-bys, you do fly-bys
Ring the alarm, show me the info's of One Time Swarmy
Cause like Ali said Fuck your Army!
I'd rather slang Fuck All Y'all
Cause the President ain't never took a trip to my hood
And around here, we've been at war for years
Feel the tears!

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

[Interlude: W.C.]
You know what I'm saying?
It ain't nothing but my pain, it ain't nothing but my pain
My struggle, your struggle, tears - of a killer!

[Verse 3: W.C.]
Uhh! now this is for them niggaz from around the way
Cooking work up and getting it, my holster affiliates
Little homies, big homies, kins
That meet my niggaz find lives in them level four penitentiaries
Trust me dog, though my poster is on the wall
I ain't forgot, I still got love for y'all
Though haters wanna adjust me, cause my wrist is crispy
Please believe it, these cameras don't mean shit to me
Side by side, we're all used the same blights
Came up together from the same bytes
Riding on the back of the Ice Cream trucks and gold cars
Then when the money came in, done fucked over the whole cards
Now, it's every nigga for his self, cut throats
Damn! Loc, where did the love go?
On behalf of the Gs rested in peace, I had to speak on it
Together we're the shit, don't sleep on it

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]





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  1. SALVAJE MEXIHCAH

    Tight cut 👊🏾 😎

  2. Deanna LePrieur

    So glad I came across this again

  3. Julius Johnson

    WC 🔥🔥💯💯

  4. L.A. Chargers 4Life

    Nieghbahood Tribute Song 4 "Thunder Cat aka Nipsey Hussle"(R.i.p.Nipsey) A real One RichRollin 60's NHC💙🙏

  5. Ronald Cabral

    Best wc song

  6. Stan Morris

    W.C. killed it on this song my favorite W.C. song 😁👍🔥🔥🔥🔥

  7. Lee Feltham

    We do drive by's you do fly by's, real talk

  8. Jesse T.

    Only real one's bang them oldies

    Rick Tafao

    Jesse T. Sup bro. I be seeing you on certain jams we used to play back in the day. For some reason this one kept playing in my head

    Jesse T.

    Rick Tafao this a real one uce

    Donk Ryders

    Sstraight fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥!

  9. Ronald Cabral

    Favorite wc song

  10. King Coopa

    [Verse 1: W.C.]
    Our Father, Who Art in Heaven, Hallowed Be Thy Name
    I bow to you with a heart full of pain
    Tear stains, Khaki suited and off the chain
    Eyes jaded, straight exhausted from the gist-name
    I play it calm but the truth is;
    I'm losing my mind, and hoping you can help me through this
    All these snitches, punk tricks, Cheddar twisting
    Phony-ass niggaz in this Record Business
    Hold down, now let me take my handkerchief and tie it around me
    Lake it or pancake it, then slide on my bounties
    Ride on, grind on, say a prayer with my strap
    Hit the street and get mines on
    Bring new heat, swing through streets; I want it but can't stop
    Chopping and moving this D, I'm in too deep
    Ándele Ándele, rips and dime moves, build with a nigga
    Feel the tears of a killer

    [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
    I got the blues, how shall I be loose?
    Which row to choose, something confuse
    La la la la la la la
    (Tears of a Killer, my life, the tears of a Killer)
    Can't go away, with no delay
    Back in the day, my mind was made just astray
    La la la la la la la
    (Tears of a Killer, my pain, the tears of a Killer)

    [Verse 2: W.C.]
    Dear Mr. President, Chief of Police, the DA Firm
    The Judge of the Commonwealth, this concerns
    I'm from the Bandanna Empire
    Just one of the many of young riders caught at the crossfire
    A product of my environment, rip riders and bloods
    But to your perceive, that's a thug
    But in all actuality, we're two of the same kind
    Cause your war ain't no different that mines
    We're both wave a flag signs
    Nigga that what's the difference, we do drive-bys, you do fly-bys
    Ring the alarm, show me the info's of One Time Swarmy
    Cause like Ali said Fuck your Army!
    I'd rather slang Fuck All Y'all
    Cause the President ain't never took a trip to my hood
    And around here, we've been at war for years
    Feel the tears!

    [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

    [Interlude: W.C.]
    You know what I'm saying?
    It ain't nothing but my pain, it ain't nothing but my pain
    My struggle, your struggle, tears - of a killer!

    [Verse 3: W.C.]
    Uhh! now this is for them niggaz from around the way
    Cooking work up and getting it, my holster affiliates
    Little homies, big homies, kins
    That meet my niggaz find lives in them level four penitentiaries
    Trust me dog, though my poster is on the wall
    I ain't forgot, I still got love for y'all
    Though haters wanna adjust me, cause my wrist is crispy
    Please believe it, these cameras don't mean shit to me
    Side by side, we're all used the same blights
    Came up together from the same bytes
    Riding on the back of the Ice Cream trucks and gold cars
    Then when the money came in, done fucked over the whole cards
    Now, it's every nigga for his self, cut throats
    Damn! Loc, where did the love go?
    On behalf of the Gs rested in peace, I had to speak on it
    Together we're the shit, don't sleep on it

    [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

  11. Emilio Garcia

    How'd you find a nonskip version? Anywhere I can get it as 320kbps?

  12. THE TRUCKING BLOCK

    Hell yeah... classic

  13. CDM

    OnPoint

  14. chaseman94

    how the hell the skipped version made it to the final print back then i'll never know. who ever approved that version should've be fired.

    Jack Betts

    +chaseman94 It's becasue the first vinyl pressings were slightly damaged causing the skips so they decided to make it a feature of the song and keep it for all releases

  15. Léonard Monchau

    Finally a non-skipped fucked-up version, GRACIAS HERMANO

    Battlecat Daz

    Thanks, your welcome broo!

  16. maikon alves da silva

    muinto bom