Lyrics:
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
Nothing more than a dreamer
Now I fuck those same girls
In the back of my black beamer
Godbody
Sim simma
Who got the
Keys to me beamer
Sim simma
Who got
face your opponent
So then I went and took on the industry
When I'm dead and gone you can log on, look on google into me
I'll be here straight through
to how it arrived
Something going gone for your life
The dead revived
For you and I to survive
The rate of the vibe
Look inside my mind
Plan a party
a nap instead
My eyes stay bloody red
I'm eating yes I'm fed(past tense and past participle of feed)
Before I'm broke you dead
Me I'm a beast got to eat
in black grim reaper
Walk with the scythe at my hip
It's bad bitch nation
Creep by TLC at the top of my list
I tried to compete but the ref wouldn't
to a tape by slayer
Parked in a parking lot behind burger king
Eatin a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers I blast a CD by the staple
low key
On these icey Roleys, dude that showed me
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me, now they owe me
Oh me, oh my I can
to the game
cant be selling cds n still selling dem thangs
cause bitches drop names n bring alot of piorblems
n puttin somthing in dey head the only way u gona
knees
Then mp3s made it a breeze
To download every song ever recorded with ease
“I'm a fan,” you'd say, “Of this new band the Black Keys”
So you torrent
ET flow gotta swing around Venus
Ass fat shit kinda sit like Serena
Black cat flew by where is Sabrina
Get hit wit a spell
Now in you in love
Create
sets
Even tho I'm in CD
Preferred cassettes
Might put a key on my neck like early Ghetts
Leave dem F'in blind they slur Tourettes
I'm too fuckin good
thug boys
You niggas need a hug
Fill them up with slugs
Fuckin' with us
Will Get You kidnapped And
Duct taped
Surrounded by niggas in black masks and AKs
baby til your G-strang break loose
I'm watchin now gone make them hoes hate you
She's a cover girl under bed cover fuck yo red brother
And yo black
'Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me
Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo
the concrete jungle where real niggas be packing heat
Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and gone tomorrow my nigga, we born
itself).
Pinpricked by the slow, cold drops (cold drops) rolling off a corner awning,
Slicking the roadside dead,
Ticking off another name in
and you off key
Whispering I speak softly I gotta keep the devil up off me
And im lit nigga bars
In this world my people destined to
Fail
Cursed by
better
Than to wink at heather
Why did the same fate befall Medger Evers
Is there a downfall to being black
Is the hood just a dead zone?
Are you passing
his body on the black top (bitch, uh)
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh)
I count dead niggas
Now how could I watch star trek
Someone black just stole my gun
You think he'll shoot Someone? No
I got no parents
Dad & mom are Dead, and I'm Upset
fake
I'm a goth star by the way
So alone when I'm gone up in space
Niggas ain't playing my game
I was dead and I came back Liu Kang
(Hey) Set it on fire
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