Lyrics:
slaying
While the physical world hangs
By an invisible string
I've got silver bullets for the soulless
I'll turn a murder into pop art
It's all showbizz
He
and one to the dome
Well if them niggaz catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if
the first nigga to kick
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split
I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the privates
The live shit, you know how loose I
man walkin', understand? We gotta split
I switched the locks on the door
Started packin' the Gucci bags like I was goin' on a world tour
Grabbed
man walkin', understand? We gotta split
I switched the locks on the door
Started packin' the Gucci bags like I was goin' on a world tour
Grabbed
the place for the weak men
Survival of the fittest
Put a bullet in the head of the witness
Survival of the fittest
This ain't the place for the weak men
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
a pair of wings, a harp, and a halo
Clown, keep fuckin around, and you'll be dead G
I'm spttin out the lead see, to split your fuckin head like the Red Sea
girl gimme brain
That's the remedy, our love is purely vain vain
I am the one
All of these rappers those are my sons
I ain't gone front
I don't pull
drugs heavy there
You thought it was '96
Jesus head heavy here
Now I'm rich like ''look
Boy I'm over them''
Trying to play fantasy football
With Hov
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
Or it's my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoes
Double R got me comin' hard on you haters
'Cause we the streets black, and y'all belong beneath that
a ho,fuck a nigga up slow,cut his throat
Puffin on the endow,throw him through window with bloody clothes
Full with bullet holes
Lil dope heads can't hang
just lost consciousness
That's life when you live without consequence
Death over sixteen shots, his head is split
Dead
giving Up
U acting hard u aint hard enough
He had got hit by a moving truck
Them bullets head high so u Better duck
Im in the lambo its tented fuck Wrong
see, to split your fuckin' head like the Red Sea
Charged up with anger, six slugs in every chamber
Dangerous stranger, with itchy trigger fingers
An angel said he seen me fry ducking bullets
I promise I couldn't stop the work
My niggas have put in
Your brains is banana pudding
I'm looking for trouble,
Or it's my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoes
Double R got me comin' hard on you haters
'Cause we the streets black, and y'all belong beneath that
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm, then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet-proof vest,
it to the game
Just don't bring charges to my name
ARP bullets'll go straight
Through your brain
Micro-Drac same size as a baby
I don't pull stunts,
a rattlesnake bite and a bullet in my chest
I won't stop to drop to draw a line in the sand, ‘cause I'll be picked apart to pieces by coyotes
I'm a lizard in
the sunrise dies and sets in the west
A rattlesnake bite and a bullet in my chest
I won’t stop to drop to draw
A line in the sand
‘Cause I’ll be picked apart
[Speedis Toine]
How should I attack this? Me the cool cat like Ratcliff
For all the MC's who act as if I won't flip them on a cactus
Point me towards
smack niggaz when they don't feel Keith's right direction
Put niggaz in fear the bullets in they head section
Pick up drug dollars leave rings
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