Lyrics:
pon e dyke fi di vulture 'seem
Senless killin' inna my culture, zeen?
Some bwoy nuh know weh evil be
A pop out gun fi people see
Pop out mi gun, bwoy
got the spirit of an angel mixed with demoniac ways of livin
So this means I'll beat the evil out of a non-believer until praise is given
(But I know)
I'ma shoot it up like a drive-by (drive-by)
Montana been goin' off (off)
Keep your eye on your bitch when we slide by (slide by)
When we slide, when
Dumpty up
Free me, free me from these evil deeds
Free me, free me from these evil deeds
Since the day I fuckin walked I was on dust
Rapin blonde sluts
I’m jus tryna find the key
Run it up run it up
Weighing on me ah
It wasn’t eazy nah
We did a whole lotta evil
Beep!
We did uh whole lotta evil
We
stare I do double dares like I'm Evel Knievel
Politicking chrome still phoning home sharp like a needle such a necessary evil yea
It's crazy how
an angel
She hidin' all her evil
Knife to my throat just like Medieval
I can't forget, this feels so real yeah
She gon' pop it, pop it, pop it
For a pretty
think he know the game, only hard with his big homies
Murder ink vibes, nigga
I rule
Chop a scene like a shanty, I pop em' like the cops do
Pop is bad
(haha, here we go again)
Conspiracy Theory, international version
(The Evil Genius, Green Lantern)
Let's go
Does it make you mad when I switch my
And then in the front if you came through here
More um skeleton heads and it says "Do not come in or else"
You got the doors locked
But it's Key
by the day, but i'll be outside by the night
Better keep yo' head on, I know i'm keeping mine tight
Let's go pop out and spin on 'em, I know i'm taking
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
people
Who say: money is the root of all evil
Believable, but I say it overlooks
Who makes the money, and so it's an excuse
You can't blame the earth for
hoes by 6 pack
Hit em wit da get back
Don’t know where he get dat
Said he bout it, he can’t get his shit back
Can’t nobody fit dat
His bitch so we
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
we shall fear no evil
For we are so cerebral, we, the ghost people
With the poke of a needle, pop of a pill, we, the pole survivalists
Holding onto
I jus be vibing (i jus be vibing) i jus be vibing by myself
Popping these pills (popping these pills) pop em so often that i need sum help
Smoking
I'm the chick who drops sick flows fill bowls
with ill flows ill ho hell knows pantyhose holes full of No Doz
Make your earholes shit pop six Pep
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
casin' out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin'
your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin' take me baby
ride (show discipline nigga!)
Kill ya moms, kill ya pops, kill ya seed
Kill ya girl (it's principle nigga!)
Sell ya crack, sell ya coke
Sell ya E,
Here a track I found underneath
Findin' beats is a treat
An' I don't care if it top pop
Abracadabra can't keep a tab
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
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