Galactics - Killarmy

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 fuckin' 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