(Chorus X4)   YEAH!   Black niggaaaaaaaaaa   YEAH!   Killa killa killa killa      Black nigga killa hate brought death   Around the block as I holler points bust though the punks back   Raising gang, feel no pain, as I penetrate   Niggas fly deep as I strike a quick pace   I got the evil of a dead nigga 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   Motherfuckers 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 nigga's flesh   Ain't no hope, every nigga wants to be the nine milla on the trigga   The black nigga killa      (Chorus X4)      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 fuck” as I pause   I can feel my heart thumpin from my balls   Up against his gun what the fuck could I do?   If I make a wrong move, the nigga might shoot   My pops always warned me when I was comin up   If I play pussy, I'm bound to get fucked   Though bein broke as hell it be drivin me crazy   Hooked up with my niggas start jackin niggas 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 shit that I done, is all in my face   Reflections of death as I step with my 38   The black nigga killa      (Chorus X4)      Which bitch made the statement?   About the nigga bustin caps supportin all black Ben Davis   I'm out the doe   My pager's blowin up I check my ghat twice   Cause niggas 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 niggas   Strikin down Broadway   I caught some niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga killa      (Chorus X10)