Lyrics:
slangin rocks
and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props
You gotta split a top, on the regular
or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your
man when he pistol toting
The 4-fiftha, will tuck turn toss twist you
Split you right down the middle, like a brand new swisha
When the bullet hit
man when he pistol toting
The 4-fiftha, will tuck turn toss twist you
Split you right down the middle, like a brand new swisha
When the bullet hit
Caught with the same aim
Brain games and names changed
To protect the innocent by-stander
Lies, slander and the master-planner
Destroy the black male
Crack
upside-down smiling,
Bummin'; no matter skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets.
Stocking caps, ski masks, loced out, murder-one classes.
Those who wallop, hocked
bout, bout bout bout
Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling
Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets
Stocking
His blood is boiling and his head is ready to split
'cause he's a un-natural born killa
Made from everything un-natural
A blood spilla
Now, you can see
next
Drillin by myself the bullets baking shi just like a chef
Reach up in the bag but ain't no candy it's a fuckin tec
Nina get to blowin she official
best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if them villains catch you slipping then yo' ass is gone
Kill em off like this, boom motherfucker boom
the bus
[Necro]
You'll have your head handed to you, end up a dead bandit
Slayed by the commander of brutal, you betta understand it
We using
mean artillery you know it is containin' some
Shit that makes me flexible to make your life ejectable
And with this bullet in your brain you be dead
slangin' rocks
And holdin' glocks stolen from the cops to get props
You gotta split a top on the regular
Or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by
by my minutes, if us gone as beginners
Split em, we piss on the ground, screamin bury me with em
My lord, you never suffer newborn, I'll guard your
And the beats are usually done by duro and clue
Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are
everything you can take
I guess it doesn’t matter when my brains splatter
All over these frames
You fucking pushed me there to put the bullet in my head fuck
Take a pick
30 or 40 how you gettin hit
Ya head or ya chest
What you want me to split
Ya head or ya chest
What you want me to split
Cuz imma street boy
trigger then I watch your fucking brains go split
Got these murderous temptations all up in my head to shoot you
Shoot you fucking dead and lay you to rest
Believe that playing both Sides of the Fence where u Die at hollow
Make him Holler the bullets now he Can digest
After The Second shot he won't be Able
the bus
[Necro]
You'll have your head handed to you, end up a dead bandit
Slayed by the commander of brutal, you betta understand it
We using
that nigga down
Ion really need no help
He was runnin' for his life
I put a bullet in his leg
I made that nigga fall down
I put a bullet in his head
That
mix
Heard a dude in Chicago eating tamago caught the blick
A bullet through both eyes those eggs split like omelets
You can't find or read about that in
that being said I might blow your fucking brain
What I spit is crack cocaine
I might split that suckers vein
I don't know if you can keep a secret
Just
this shit is campy
Crawlin' to dry land beach, acidics and Speed
I'm with Sid and Nancy
(word) , some out my head for this
I'm bored and dead for it, I
you split a Game
Need a doctor visit
More than probably insane
Give me wisdom like a prophet
All these visions in my brain
Blowin' on some chronic
I
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