Lyrics:
by stitch, ain't this a bitch
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I'm
grenade launcher
I'm the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at
I'm the nigga with the six hundred everybody's tryin to holler at
I
don't give a damn
Just buy their product
Cause they a by product of a marketing plan
Can I just get an autograph?
I'm fanatic number 2 million
Sign it
but have your hand grenade
So you can blow the motherfucker away
Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat
So Prazwell, grab the mic and be
dead pigeon
If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was
pens out like grenades
Or, or that model for a year and a half
And write down all the tears and the laughs
A shot across the bow of the tyrannous
chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause
light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You
shoulda ducked shoulda ducked
Find the path to the front to the front
By stepping over your fallen teammates
My team is planning on winning today
can only hope that I'm remembered by
The fearless heart that I once had inside
Times ticking and I can't escape
The pin pulled on a hand grenade
White
justification
Laying blame like hand grenades
Phantom limbs are reaching out
From dead solidarity
Petitioning an apparition
Beyond the light
Crawling inside your
got pets me too mines are dead
Doggy fox minks gators that's necessary
Accessories my closet's pet cemetery
I get approached by animal activists
I
and I'm headed straight to it
Shippin' money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I'm dancin' in the truck, that's how I feel
I'm in
If one of these niggas, I come with fuckin' grenades (boom)
Exactly how many times do I have to say
That's my dog, yeah, yeah (woof), that's my
rounds we can go there
Capo bring that regime and handle it
Capo just strapped wit Tec's and nine's
For busten in the sky gotta grenade launcher
Ain't
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just livin' in tha city is a serious task
Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask
shattered by fire
As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air
And one after another his comrades were slaughtered
In morgue of Marines, alone
from a grenade
I just couldn't tell it was where Annabelle
Put a glas of lemonade
How that I've been tortured by the blade of a bajonet
And I never
more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle
UNDER CRUMPLED ROOF
OR SKWERED BY TRACER BULLETS
OR TORN APART BY GRENADES
OR KILLED, MAIMED, BROKEN, CRUSHED, WIPED OUT
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