Lyrics:
to be
Never let the angel of death get too close to me
Close it out with a kiss
Judas did it just like this
They do it just like this
I silence
on your street
You lose another broken heart in a land of meat
My friend, he took his final breath
Now I know the perfect kiss is the kiss of death
Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
hammam, yallah
Baklava, inshallah, Abu Dhabi, Humus
Al Jazeera, Shisha, Azizam, Couscous
Bon appétit, Champagner, le crobac
French Kiss, sur le coq, Pariser
son at some joint
By some man who didn't give a fuck where his gun point
You never know what niggas have been through
We just worry bout the parties
I got a gun, you need to stand fo'
Fuck you bring yo man fo'?
S be the ghost, double R what
First come the hawk, then next be the toast
K
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
for the yak
Black
Sky with the break dust
And under it gun dey make bust
And under it la break trust
And under it all they fake us like
Mannequins
dickhead! haha
Ego Death i'm not going to hell alone!
I'm taking you with me
When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
'Cause I'm a piece of shit
It ain't
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
and Method Man
Rock a bye baby from the rooftop
When the guns blow your cradle gets rocked
When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall
The solution: Multiple guns, ammunition
Come on, yeah and game type mobsters
What you'll find, always rough, rugged
And raw come on, yea
Outlaw, Westside, Death
done with this
The shit I spit so fire
It just burned my lips
So be careful when you go in for a kiss lil miss
And be careful if you going in to diss lil
hangin
Slangin death at a high cost, that's nina ross hangin
Do, re, me, fa, so, la, say hola to the misses
Bow down and kiss this pistola
Run up wit
John Henry was a li'l baby, uh-huh
Sittin' on his mama's knee, oh, yeah,
Said: "De Big Bend Tunnel on de C & O road
Gonna cause de death of me
niggas he respect and, y'all niggas shook right?
Y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone
Wit two niggas downstairs with licensed guns to take y'all
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh
death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories
fell in love
Wow
Get the fuck off me
But I don't want to feel the pain
When you start to walk away
Existential crisis served in slices concealed by vices
ain’t no soul to rise
Just a kiss from the angel of death there’s your legacy in a second of breath
Nobody knows if it really matters what comes next
Will
checking out)
Don't let Massa teach you that we are by ourselves
'Cause trust me there's something else (I'm checking out)
Oh la la la, la la, la la
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
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