Lyrics:
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,
When you on that bitch shit
Forget quitting who was the first to shout out L.A.
And now I represent that gun clique everyday
Lord forgive me if I'm
my microphone
Till death do us part
Slayed one hundred floating styles
Coming straight for my heart
Went through infinite chambers of death
But death's
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
This is protected, by the red, the black, and the green
with a KEY!
[Brother J]
I was sittin by the river with my warrior's gun
A bunch of caveboys
Illusions, fantasies, irreality
through my eyes there’s no happiness
delusions, madness, death
confusing my gun with a lighter
Step by step, closer
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
on you like death wish
Spinning your head like the exorcist
(*Smack*) that's a death kiss
Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies
Ain't no good
on you like death wish
Spinning your head like the exorcist
(*Smack*) that's a death kiss
Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies
Ain't no good
crackers wish that we evolved from the apes
Who done see they homies bleed to death?
The ambulance was runnin' late
The homies had to beat his chest
and shoot like an illegal gun and even kiss the rope of death
words yesiree that's me bamboozled
Out of my whisps but the thrill of it fits like a glove
(Bamboozled bamboozled by you)
Heaven open the door I ain't
wicked Feleena, the girl that I loved
So in anger, I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My
the beast within
Aside from Miranda
Youre right about
one thing
Suicides up
You're doin not 1 thing
Beatin' us up
Protect-icide
Death by
A dozen
Blue shots
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
I be doing this shit on the regular
Gun got a name, as I pull out Mariah, u wildinout by the way that I carry it
Pop me a perc, then I finish
parley
I parley here in LA
All the way to (NY NY)
Touched the Iceberg baby
I'll send you under like the Titanic
Gun fight romantic
Gigantic on the pages
released me from a prison stretch
Listen if you dissin’ it’s like wrists are slit
And wishing death
And get the backhand
Like when little children
wicked Feleena, the girl that I loved
So in anger, I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My
From out of nowhere Feleena has found me kissing my cheeks as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for one little kiss then
wicked Felina, the girl that I love
So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My
keep that on the under
I fell in La Marina nigga, that was on a Sunday
Top drop on the Phantom, pistol by my stomach
Real niggas, stand up (stand up),
And the party stops
I wanna see you drop
So let em sing like la la la la
Oh, don't you know
They'd see us strung up by our throats
I won't let you down
The blood
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