Lyrics:
Hiroshima, a shadow burned in time
Nagasaki, naked baby melts alive
Burnt flesh and rubble from sea to dead shore
Such a hideous theater of war
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
thizzle,
Swig a grill of milk an start to whistle,
It's missile from the funk-nik,
I can't see it,
40 Water, you killin' me wit this cheap shit.
easier the demons broke confines
I lost so many people in a year its been so crazy
(So crazy)
I Lost so many soldiers to this war we fighting baby
radioactive subs
We'll show 'em
We'll show 'em
With missiles in your back yard
Guarded
By soldiers
On acid during night watch
And generals who care
The only billionaire, playboy
Philanthropist on the block
Kidnapped by terrorists
He ruined their entire plan
Turned a box of scraps into
A fully-suited Iron
Back, forth, back, forth
These are silly games we play
Love, war, love, war
Things don't stay the same, oh baby
Thinking of you, even more than I've
hoe[00:25.87]Mixing all these drugs, I hope I don't overdose[00:28.54]Knew it wouldn't last, but you tried to convince me, though[00:31.35]I knew it wouldn't last,
Yeah
Yeah
Told my lil hoe look don’t touch
All these tears i might start up a flood
Where they was when we ran outta drugs
Where they was when we
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
Aye aye aye lot out phew phew
Babyblue yeah got me feeling blue oh
Caught up with the crew yeah baby baby
Babyblue nah what am I to do nah living
on your pistol
Or a pack of machines stuffed
Full of SCUD missiles
With extended magazines niggas gon'
Get they issue
By any means, shit, we more than
bitch, I'm off the drugs
We got chopsticks in this party baby, tweak, we fuck shit up
Dirty K on top of Dirty K, we got a lot of shells
Missile bullet hit
And if you got my money and you got my drugs
I give you my honey and you give me your love
Baby, I'll be
I've been doing this shit by my own, by my own,
community we watch fights and it really don't bother me
Sadamized by poverty
Cause nobody think bout our babies
Cause nobody thinkin bout our babies
I worked for
Either that or be sentenced for a drug war
And many want to know why I've slowed up
It's either that or get fucked
Cause laws get
Motivated by Mob-type tactics, I'll blow your block up
???? sip to Cosby, out the game every time
Me and the Mob Figgas'll do the dirt and choke the 9's
my words I meant it
Protected by the First Amendment
If this was Iraq I'd a been beheaded
Instead of sparkin a dime log
I'd be hangin in Baghdad
Don't matter to me, I got it all locked down, baby
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall, when I bring the chain with the saw
my style take my style and they steal it
Ooh baby I ain letting you go
I told her just wind it just like a cyclone
I don't want your style because I
brought war to our community
So many bodies droppin', it's gotta stop, I wanna help
But still I'm steppin', keep my weapon, must protect myself
to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
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