Artist: Willie D Album: Loved By Few, Hated By Many Song: Lil' Killaz Typed by: email@example.com (*sampler of Police Sirens played twice in the background*) [Intro/Chorus: Willie D - X4] Little killers, killers, killers, killers, killers Haven't you ever heard of a killer ------------> RBX [Verse One: Willie D] He was a bad ass, because he grew up fast Niggaz gave him respect because they knew he blasts Grew up on welfare, his victim set a ?? He squeezed off in the wind, because he did not care Got sent to juvenile, cause he was in a roam Went to sleep and the next day he was back at home He started selling dope, with his homies amity Wasn't long before they sold up the whole city They started taking trips, going out of the state They ain't fake, them young niggaz pushing much weight Like Scarface; they wanted money and the power! Your mamma got flowers if the deal went sower These boys are maniacs, very quick to bust Taking life after life, after life and they don't give a fuck Smoking, angle dusting, drinking premium liquor Law enforcement, cause these crazy ass niggaz is.. [Chorus: X4] [Verse Two: Willie D] The kid was cursed and, stole from his mamma's purse And, dressed in a suit, he put his best friend in a hearse He went to church every sunday, but it ain't no difference Because that street mentality, remained persistent Them boys in blue, always came around harassing So he hated the motherfuckers, with a passion Once get blasted, he let his nuts hang to the surface And when the drama came, that nigga wasn't nerves Although, he is just a shorty, he looks more aged Because he seen too much shit, at an early stage His sister prostitutes, his mamma been a bitch He killed his first man just because he wanted to Screw was something that he didn't obtain His reality was debt of going to the motherfucking pen That's all he knew, that's how he rose And if you fucked up, your ass caught welding holes From little killers [Chorus: X4] [Verse Three: Willie D] When the shots rang out, he never started running He closed his eyes and sat up proud, it's like he saw it coming He had a meanheart, it was kind of weird When he died, people cried, cause he was still a kid Now whose the blame; for this child being in six deep? Was it him, his parents, or society All his homies gathered around, smoking weed and drinking hennessey Wearing white T-Shirts, with his name, in loving memory No one cared for him, so he cared for no one Nineteen, in a casket, his life is done They won't listen to us, until the fucking blood is spilled That's why our neighborhoods, got so many fucking little.. Killers! [Chorus: X4] [Outro: TV - News Reporter] A few years ago; drug dealers moved in to the neighborhood And the streets are now flooded with guns..