Lyrics:
So you're still there
A fighter trapped in the world of a freak
He made you look so weak
But I can help you out bring me back to him
We can show him
big, it could move the shotty
God it ain't my fault, if I shoot somebody
I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it to win
Sex, money, murder, take the safety off
know I'm a stunna
I be stunnin', I'm a fuckin' star
I ain't in the sky
But out of reach, they see me from afar
Murder scene, I get inside the booth
That's just between me and you
And once we lock this shit down
Ain't a thing they can do
Meanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone
Hoping I'll get the call
shit and put it in my fucking rhymes
Okay, you know a young nigga showing hate
Coming through, nigga, fuck out of my damn way
I'm nice enough to take
Beautiful girls by the water
All layin' out getting hotter
89 with a clear blue sky
Yeah, this is who I am
Call me the sandman
Put a goombay in my hand
I'm
These children are living in
A world where their
Friends, their brothers, their
Sisters, their cousins
Their classmates are dying violently
They are
victims in an alleyway
They fuck us, and they leave us for dead
Now let us count up the tally since before the world wars
We've been disposable peoples
For tryin' to brace,
Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's
Place the cover in a maced
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off
richer the Richie quickly
Niggas wanna hit me if they get me dress my body in linen by Armani
Check it, my lyrical carjack make your brun' splat
High
world ain't ready
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
It's murder in the first, pre-meditated
La Coka Nostra,
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out
is in
I took the rap throne back
I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the map
It feels like a razor down the middle of my back
They
And I'm up to my head in it, up to my head in it, oh
[C-Murder]
They said I'm hopeless and I never make it
They doubt it, call me an outcast because
on me
Cause my outer was slightly tanned
Southern folk called me a yellow gal
I've been out here in this world for a while now
Bringing madness and mayhem
put a hit out
Believe that I took it
In the cost Bible murders
Was ODing and bullets
[Baby]
All i know is gun slanging and head banging
Too many
a cartoon
Too hot in the streets I got to stay in my room
Soon to be charged 3 murders second count
But once in this will, twinzo I leave her out
Yo burn for
this cold ass world
Life unfolds, I unload to keep my sanity
I guess it's just the B-I T-C-H in me
Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your hand
a mag', and blow yo feet up out yo Top Tens
I'm the one they call in to torture ya
Smackin' your bitch and forcin' her in the back seat of an old Corcia
become
All the shit I've avoided what I done for my sons
And daughters and momma just call her
I sold dope and dropped out of school seems its all they can
a percentage in tha crime rate
Creep up with the Nina tuck, that's what I call a blind date
It's 5 in tha morning, and we ain't had no sleep
At tha trap,
Capital City
Killing 'em quickly
In the streets we ride for the milli
Locked in a penny
Where my streets be, Capital City
March if you with me
They say
Dawg
Never they know
Check out my future
From the second league
They take out the streets
Where this thugsta dwell
All up in St. Clair
Hit em up
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