Lyrics:
And the strange way he does the Freak
He said, "Where I come from it's not called the 'Freak'
It's the Transylvanian Boogie, seven days a week"
I didn't get
livin', love you when you're dead
He just a mad rapper, he ain't blew yet
The streets don't feel him, I ain't have to go through that
I'm on fire in
"Well maybe he's inside the earth"
I, I love you
What makes it harder through the fights
Is that you'll always be by my side
Even when the day turns night
with my wiz
Now she dead with my kids
I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway
All day everyday tryin to get the pay
And I be tryin'
Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggas on the swarm again
Pirahna niggas bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
What up, he made a move, try to assist
down
Brodie say, yeah, he smoking sevens, all touchdowns
If the drink ain't from brodie, gettin' flushed down
Opps say, yeah we raisin' hell, man, cut
Die, under my throne
Servant, of all my thoughts
Wait, for the ones you have lost
Sacrifice, but at what cost
Now, come at my side, give me your life
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
i buy it at
I say I got it from the plug but you'll never find him
He try to run off onna gang these bullets right behind em
I'm not a 7.62 god I got
entirely fitting for the gods to love
and to be loved by you.
MELIA:
Divine Power! Behold your servant, who offers
her heart to you in the name of her
All day in the car wearing icy cheeks
It breaks their hearts every time he leaves
He breaks apart in the driving seat
She aches, her heart, every
Three gangs of Finn at a hill they stopped
met three cavaliers there one the top
they where accompanied by a tracking dog
he had very strange colours
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
threatened destruction
Or sell her by auction
Would Hobbs, John Hobbs
He's sell her by auction , would Hobbs
""Who'll buy a wife?"", said Hobbs, John Hobbs
C-Low shit
He gon' die by a poke
Gah, 40's in, now that shit hit a mil
Don't forget about dead ops
Nigga, Doug, he ain't go to election
Sprint through
there is a flaw
He hit a dead end and there is no way out
But it seems as if he has no doubt
Look at that hole in the wall to his right
He's punching
Deadly wardog without fear
Ramming through the battlefields
Mighty heroes and kings of men
Will be dead by this beast, insane
Skin of stone
heard, as the world turns
8 million stories to tell, 7 and a half million lies
500 000 facts in hell
Argh, heard your album and I don't believe a word
his lung
His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one
Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes
of town talkin' bout he wan' go home
We just livin'
Goin' by the faultiest and mistakes
I'm in the kitchen
Whippin' in the bowl i got a cape
My brother
(brrt)
Shiesty young nigga, they call me a snake
Ayy, fuck all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face
Send a hit at five, he was dead by six (by six)
Got
God gave to show what must soon take place
He made it known by sending his angel to his servant John, who testifies to everything he saw
That is,
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
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