Lyrics:
Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the father
If he didn't love us, then why would he bother?
Universal mathematician, I shine like the sun
Look at how
menaces
Crip walking like O.T. Genesis
Don't sleep 'cause Long Beach infamous
Blow heat at the police witnesses
Don't speak we don't need sentences
No peace in me
Only death on my mind
Always pretending
To be somebody that was truly a lie
Now sending a message
I am used by the King
Releasing
Ok
Real as sci-fi
The villains drive by
Heat seeking heart stoppers
Can't escape if I try
The depths
Covered by creatures sidewind
Through the valley
bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit
Back in ya hand, find me
Call Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all made criminals
Tryin' to wild out
Ayo what's good
It's your boy Busta rhymes
General of the conglomerate movement
Live and direct
We getting ready to pop off
Let's get to this heat
miles
Most motherfuckers curl up and die
In the valley the heats extreme
You’ll evaporate to steam
Death, valley, heat
A life of lies
Exiled is our lord
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
attention by the throat
And put it face to a gun
LISTEN
The hoods hot enough to burn the kitchen
If you can't take the heat, pull it out yo pants and ditch it
beef by tomorrow
Mhmm
Yeah seh we out for the paper
Seh we out for the paper
Cause man fresh till death
Yeah man fresh till death
Yeah man fresh till
down and out, in the heat of the night
There ain't no problems baby we can't get through
You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you
Uhhh! Blue
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
Nigga
I ain't never full
Semi auto
By the pool
Nigga
It's not to be cool
Keep ya hate
On ya wish list
Death
Promised to us all
I better myself first
How
battle heat
Both will die today
No victory and no defeat
Death is their only way
In their eyes is no remorse
They make their final charge
Thrusting
though
Eenie meenie mine mo
Catching bitches by the toe
If she hollars let her go
Before she tie me up and leave me hanging in the heat Zone
Eenie meenie
familiar with heat
Addicted to the streets rhyming over beats
I hold it down for my team
They know I'm Down for my team
I hold it down for my team
Verse 1
to death, nonetheless
We was out, we was rockin' yes
But guees what?, now we're rockin' Snoop Dogg
And every bitch in the click straight roll it
against the foe
Is a sweeter death to know
A battle for our right
Is a sweeter death to know
Beat everyone till there's no one else to beat
Stand in
Artilleryman: Thank you.
Journalist: What's happened?
Artilleryman: They wiped us out. Hundreds dead, maybe thousands.
Journalist: The heat
Entranced by horror, infatuated with death
Entranced by filth, unholy ceremony
Those sparks from the pain of others
Fuel my despair to hide and forget
I
the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring she shall rise and on the surface die”
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson - “The
run from the monster
Cause pretty soon your body's gonna be battered and conquered
By the demons tasting venom thru your skeleton
Death's running thru
thoughts by my window
In a black dress
Death chillin in da corner wit
A blunt lit
Planning on my death
They gonna kill me for da sun set
Gotta get it how u
stay on that piranha shit
(I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death)
(I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing)
(I never
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