Lyrics:
fear the scent of smoke losing hope knowing death is near terrorized by the cries Drowning in tears senses screaming the end is here
We never see it
at all.....
Oh fairest bullet
Of the bullet race
How sweet thou art
And what taste
Oh my sweet lard
I see you make haste
Your fists are looking full
And there's
Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
See we straight, how much money I make
This block [?]
the bloodbath all their vile
Dreams will come to pass
Weaponized psychopathy
Headlong into carnage seeking blood
Seething minds distorted by the violence
Like you glued onto silence
But due to all the violence I
Keep burners in the mix
Cause I'd be tried by twelve
Cons carried by six
If you followed all
delusions
Always come and go
We're beaming down by satellite
This guerrilla warfare point of view
Manipulate the monster
Before it brings a change in you
the old wit the new and I flip it again
Flip it again
I woke this morning and chose violence
I wanna hit me a lick
I gotta go get my lick back
I gotta go
Of a dozen roses flippin' down the green hill
You living in a world that come with plan B
'Cause plan A never relay a guarantee
And plan C never could say
Shoot um up! Bang Bang, Shoot um up!
Bang Bang, Shoot um up! Bang Bang hear what I'm saying
Hear the bullets come, we gonna duck and run,
Cut down by
Everybody's out tonight it's such a restless sight
An old man on bended knee calling out to me
the sirens screeching by they hide a baby’s cry
these cars surround
So many thoughts inside
Thinking about life and time
I was so young
Kept on thinking
Why does life move so fast
Tires screeching
Come on to me, I'm teaching, preaching, why can't I breathe, I'm screeching, pleading
Y'all could wait till I'm back now, yeah
Only spit bars
fucked up and ruled by the fame
People are nothing all the same
Motions are muted, emotions are nuded
Welcome to coma, come on, you're so common
Get a 90
keep it real and keep it g, you'll never meet the grunt
We boolin by the bay, won't see us in the day
Creepin in the night, fry him like some fish fillet
God I look up to the clouds
Cockpit when the flyers out
Whining like I'm screeching down
Fallen shout how I'm feelin doubt
Life is a tree
And it's
killa season niggas feigning
Body's drop we ain't seen shit they label us the reason
Loose ya brain when I see ya
Blood stains on the curb after dark we
will she.
Domenic. We’ll see each other one day.
And take a blood oath to make sure we make it out alive.
So we strive
Come alive
I be screeching in the streets, while you saved by the bell
I don't even need to speak, look at me and you can tell
Putting holes in your words, like
bitches would play me, now they see me all the hoes go crazy
That's crazy, big pimping got me feeling like Jay-Z
Mister LL, I'm loved by the ladies,
Walk through know it's me they can tell by the stink
Dollar sign dollar sign I don't care about yo rank
Getting mine getting mine tryna stuff up the bank
Stones and blood
The scorching sun
on my skin
the strings are screeching
with a high-pitched noise
Accompanied by the sound
of the whip
my skin is
His name's Mike Balls and he's safe you see
Just like you and me, he's GLC
He's been into soccer violence for quite some time
But give him the draw,
come along for the ride
I'll see you on the other side and let me drive you to suicide
(CHORUS)
Pop goes the weasel, shot gun blasted
Hole in my head,
my head by the sword
For now that I've seen what I need to see
Please take me where I need to be
"What have you learned?" It's better to tell
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