Lyrics:
dumb, I just go dumber
Bro keep a rifle by his side but he ain't no hunter
I just pulled up on the opps and I got my blower
Bro keep talkin' bout his
detectives
Now I squish em' like insects
And when I'd get rejected
By the crowd
I'd hop back on my high horse
Like a tranquil thoroughbred
Let me just remind
car is gone my ID is gone
They don't know me
Later used in a drive by my car
Need to identify these guys
I said they had masks on
Can you identify
on the spot
My nigga said "A goose got his head chopped"
I'm in Malibu, fuck it take off the top
My eyes low off Biscotti I can't see an opp
Where my potna at?
whip, I'm ready to fight
I won't let you win tonight
You may be strong, you may be fast
But I'm the hunter, I'll make this my last
I'll strike you with my
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
hand, Jack of all trades may be back to
Drawl states, all days about to play into board games
Bored, strained my eyes with stained table clothes from four
ain't in him
Body language is off, he's soft
But soft niggas all a sudden start dumpin'
Frontin' 'Cause he feel a way: my niggas
Say the eyes is
seriously
Hunter we need from you
Something precious to you
God no not that sweater
Not that sweater
Here's my beanie
Charlotte have you black salt
Black salt
those boys who were killed by enemies
They went to heaven but will forever remain legends
You are a victim in this forest, I’m a bloody hunter
From
moving
Touring cities with my n*ggas, jackpot
We deep up in the hottest spots
Protected by the hottest shots
We in the seats where n*ggas know we top
many fine treasures to him.”
Hunter comes forward.
“I will do the honours.
All those things I’ll do. All for Lay Loup”
Blinded by the accolade
Slave
the kicks from the horsies
Bitch, I'm hot all four seasons (four seasons)
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line (please)
Album's
of gods, so afraid of their love.
As the dawn creeps up the sky
The hunter caught sight of a doe.
In desire for conquest,
He found himself within
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
FROM THE LUCAN WOLF ALBUM - VAMPIRE NIGHTS
Copyright 2004 Lyrics and Music by Lucan Wolf
Graveyard Society ( The Code )
They rule above from down
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
Never had to curse or cuss in my rhymes
But now that you have no fucks to give, it is time
Fuck the haters, fuck the doubters
Fuck the traitors, I put in
on mind
My eyes looking irie
Bust this move black
Then zoom to a island
Where Stella got her groove
The homie from Sunnydale
Said there's clientele
I set up
killed
This tiny space is empty and waiting to be filled ....... by you
Those ears, those eyes, every jaw holds a secret
My tears , my cries , cause
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
still hip-hop's Jack Nicholson, I'm hip-hop's James Dean
Ain't shit changed since my first album, I still say what I mean
If your girl's pretty, don't
oh yeah
It's my 10th album, ha ha
Hehe, and you don't stop
I said this my 10th album, uh-huh, oh yeah yea yea, yeah
And you won't stop, know
the risk so they can't say I never tried
Put in work stood by my word they can't say I ever lied
Fire burning all inside you can see it in my eyes
They can't
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