Lyrics:
Whole Lotta Shit... Whole Lotta Drip..... Blue Stripes Like a Crip..... Whole Lotta Thugs With Me Whole Lotta Bars on me You Got A Knife Homie I
heart
And red red lips today
And a mouthful of words
That I can never say
I've got black black eyes
And red red blood to give
And a thousand lives
That I
I've been drinking in excess lately
Getting faded by myself on the daily
You look pretty in the moonlight
Waiting in the back of my mind
Come take
black sheep in the family
I got my trees and I got my ly and you gonna see what I'm bout to be
I got my heat and my melody
Will make you grief in symphony
a fist fight now a boy wants to knife me
Grew up in the 90s, Affiliated like a don, I was icy
And on the roadside, Beef got served nicely
N if it's on,
a fist fight now a boy wants to knife me
Grew up in the 90s, Affiliated like a don, I was icy
And on the roadside, Beef got served nicely
N if it's on,
I've seen his body move, I've seen his body twitch
His heart is black, and he's mad he will not repent
His mind is ridden with hate but it won't
Beans got us loopy and singing
She wearin' droopy old gingham
Gettin' goopy like Venom
Haters poop in they denim
Trying to rip my mask off like Scooby Doo
wicked men
How many mothafuckas I've know through the years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear
Now I'll tell ya cause I been in many
just popped an x pill I'm feelin' fine
I'm feelin' fine
I've been cutting ties, why you acting surprised?
Bitch I got a temper and a butterfly knife
great - I've tried it!
[Chorus]
[Necro]
I got cholesteral cause I eat human remains fried
Niggas get buried at the beach then drowned at the tide
So
Guess who's back?
Guess who's back? Guess who's back?
Guess who's back? Guess who's back?
Guess who's back?
I've created a monster, 'cause nobody
face
Under black rain
Diamonds got me listenin' under black rain
Under black rain (yeah)
Comin' from a life of pain, had a knife stabbed right in
i constantly
Walk up to the knife drawer in my kitchen
And just look the question that
Pops up, is whether I've done enough
To do it now? Quite
scream
I thought the pain from my knife was why she hollering
But she was nutting; by my blade she was not bothered
She busted a nut around my dick that
eating dirt
Being buried alive
Put to death by surprise in
The name of black gods
Ain't I most fly? Young pie don't cry
Dry the tears from your eye
Tarantino flow I'll hit you with the clips
But the ammunition coming out my lips and I'm equipped
Got that max ammo and I'm fucking mad for the battles
Really
you bitch ass niggas)
Yo, the revolve' or the mati's cool
Knife game like Daddy Cool's, since Bally Shoes
This is real life street shit, truest
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
and his bugs freeze the sea
Try to save the world by immolating myself
From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
The resurrection
wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
familiar face,
At the touch of your lips
Brass knuckles, and loneliness
Great start, you scared
Off the kids
Pay your toll, the man is ill
Wrists loose, I've got my fill
'Cause baby I got to get through
Crumb by crumb in this big black forest
Maybe in you I'll believe
Maybe I'll believe in you
Suddenly you're not
was def, a lot of respect
Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury
I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids
Write about the black
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