capital war,
desperado killer in the valley of death
Rider in a double
S, from the streets to the pages, murder dog,
fuck y 'all, we gangsta ball
Everybody wanna be exclusive, with the execution,
who you foolin', I'm knowin' that you ain't doin'
Shit like, erasin' niggas with your heater,
and every rhyme, you talkin' bout millimeters
Nine, ten, tech, clocks, and chops,
barkin' through the deadlands about who you gon' pie
Fuckin' blood, I'm about to let
the whole world know, this is
KB
Capital, boys, we don't give a fuck
You can be with your kids,
and we'll still run up and dump on ya
Nigga, I'm talkin' bout
the riders up outta
Old
Port,
Sacramento,
Killifornia
Testin' these fake -ass
Desperados
Fake -ass
Desperado killers
Ain't no nigga like a
Capitol boy, nigga
Smokin' on blunts with the
true figures
Killin' desperadoes,
leavin' niggas hollow
Get it from your dad, boy, big nigga
Ain't no nigga like a
Capitol boy, nigga
Smokin' on blunts with the
true figures
Killin' desperadoes,
leavin' niggas hollow
Killin' from the dead,
movin' dead, nigga
Maybach off the yacht
Hit the bomb, I won't stop
I'm with my folks in the
P
Givin' it up to you suckas
I can't fall, I got the ball
Stand tall in my life
Fuck a hater in my patterns
I'm a part nigga for life
Give me mail, I wanna stack
Nothin' but hunts with big faces
Make it legal, make it stack
Amongst these punk called cases
Shootin' game for you suckas
And you niggas, that's cowards
Fuck a
Rob
Ranger than me
I only fuck with high powers
Nigga, I fuck with real niggas
Fuck you niggas, that's plastic
It's just soldiers on my team, in this game and we mashin',
maintain focus on the grip
Ain't no pressure when we bailin',
about the capital when we hit, just like some unknown fellas
We bringin' fast times and fast lights to the capital,
this coast
Droppin' game for an exchange,
buyin' shit for my folks
Here's the hookup, you can bite,
but I know you couldn't handle, you better be hatin' on
KP
Fake ass desperado, yeah
Ain't nothin' lookin' like a capital boy,
nigga
Smokin' on blunts with the
true figures
Killin' desperadoes,
leavin' niggas hollow
Killin' from your deadwood dick, nigga
It ain't no nigga like a cop,
a two -boy nigga
Smokin' on blunts with the true figures
Killin' desperadoes,
leavin' niggas holla
Killin' from your deadwood dick,
nigga
It ain't no rude to a double -J
comin' out that ghetto tube
And get to actin' up on the beat
I'd be a jazz imposter,
look better parallel dressed up
Than to be in the way of a cop
doin' this paper route
How you gon' pretend
to be a desperado
And you went to jail for
runnin' off at the mouth
This is real shit,
now none of that made -up
Killers that'll bust your heart quick,
four block forever, double
J and no love
We the capital boys,
the rap world's new addition
Describing the roots and the rise
of the capital west coast
Danger, power, and seduction,
anything goes
Hell yeah,
I'ma keep on talking my
ghetto shit in six -fold
We got the mind to compete with
you big time white collar
CEOs
Push rhymes through the punishment,
the west coast capital
Desperado, killa,
Desperado, killa
Ain't no n***a like the
Capital
Boy, n***a
Smokin' on blunts with
the true figures
Killin' desperadoes,
leavin' n****s hollow
Killin' from the deadwood,
big n***a
Ain't no n***a like the
Capital
Boy, n***a
Smokin' on blunts with
the true figures
Killin' desperadoes,
leavin' n****s hollow
Killin' from the deadwood,
big n***a
you