Lyrics:
I'm rapping, that's rude man
Please don't throw a hissy fit
That's rude
You know when I'm up on the track when I spit all you're hearing is sass
slavery too!"
Seven slaves were put to
Death for murderin' Master
Fear of slave revolt had
Them developin' faster
You a Cataline killer, ineloquent bastard
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off cause you ain't there
When I drill, I don't spill, even if she's on the pill
Keep my weapon
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off cause you ain't there
When I drill, I don't spill, even if she's on the pill
Keep my weapon
If we united, a nation of thugs, who could fight it?
You was caught in a wild homicide, or were you crucified
Like the son of God, when Lucifer lied
niggas would be
If we united, a nation of thugs, who could fight it?
You was caught in a wild homicide, or were you crucified
Like the son of God, when
Stung u like bee
This is not a game but I'm coming for your blood
What is in a name when your talent is in mud
Who u gonna blame when you get this out
When the curtains close
Streets will never love you as much
As you love the streets
You gon need the Devil
He'll need a shovel because I'm deep
when I get in my zone and I get in my bag, little boy you won't breathe the same
Yeah I got killers on killers and hitters on hitters
My boy you won't
and one part innocence
Growing up
You can't get enough
Young love
Playing saxophone
All dressed in black
His boombox blaring some Metallica track
This is the fourth by the four
'Please, Please Me', 'With The Beatles'
'Hard Day's Night' that's three
Now'beatles For Sale'
The young men
this kid's born?"
I said, "It's a blessing as mad as it is
And Les', I never even knew you were having a kid"
Bro, she's four months pregnant, young
the hands of a serial killer
Appearing as innocent, but I got ill intent when least expected you will get disfigured
And when I am finished, the only thing
Relax when that stick goes by my shooter (wait)
This pack kept you sit up like a doula, shit fire like Azula (woo)
Lord, I mean, I'm only followin'
its' heart
Our own hearts were pounding
Our minds were torn apart
By fear! And the closer we got
Shadows pursued us
And when the stone was set
Atop
came along. I had choices to make...
Dreams take time...
Time goes by...
When does it disappear?
How can you get so far off the track?
Why don't
the discrepancies of my deal
Like the millions that y'all owe me, I gotta audit y'all for real
But you changed my life, that's my word
Took a young kid out
She said Lord forgive us
She said Lord forgive us
Only time you ever call me is when you feel sorry
You probably remember that it's cos you make
baby mama crying why you do him like that
Fuck nigga should've never been in my track
Contract killer for some nice change
Niggas getting killed over
as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now
Swore he had it all promisin' young rapper
Career just got off the floor
He never sold raw but rap like he did before
Rap like he was a killer and
Put
always ours
Don't close the door, you owe us more, uh
I know that it's hard to face reality, mm
And when they changed, they were all surprised but me
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
Where can I go? (Go to a friend's)
Where can I go? (Go to bed)
I wrote "Beach Death" when I thought you were taken
I wrote "Beach Funeral" when I
.png/220px-Pink_Floyd,_Wish_You_Were_Here_(1975).png "Wish You Were Here")
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