Lyrics:
like I'm an artist
No crawlin', went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garages
All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
I jus want the world in my hands
Niggas get it in get it in
We don't really know how it ends
Murder rate goin up 10
For me and my friends
Imma make
Big Ben32
Gotta make a change! some how, If not then whats the purpose
Another body slain in the streets
And we've been needing change needing
we feel humbled by our only God
But by Wednesday next a man was found dead
In his home by his own child, scared
The family pleaded for the murder's
value him it's most upfront in
Songs like 2013's "Lil Nigga Snupe
" a chilling track inspired by
The murder of the
18-year-old Louisiana rapper
Lil Snupe,
emergency)
I moved up from a Private to a Sargent
You can see it in the scar face
Hidden in a dark place, swimming in the shark tank
Give a bitch a little
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
and satanic verses
It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours
Heard when it rains, it pours
I came to bring the pain once more (once more)
grade
murder these tracks so they all needing first aid
no one believed in the first place
now they all answering yes like a survery
uh
me and Rarin we
lo
And she all upon me like a logo, logo
But I'm not complaining, by baby let's go ohhhh
She kill them with the dance
She murder with her waist
muthafucka, bring yo bitch ass on
Cause we be bout killin, bout murder
Puttin muthafuckas in six feet girdles
Hustlin hard to pay the rent
Mamma cryin cause
place to hide
Five percent it wrapped around
Ain't been the same since Terry left
I blow pressure like it help
I blow pistols by myself
I seen things I
you keep a fuck nigga in his place
Niggas screamin' murder, they ain't never even seen a murder
That choppa got a drum, I let it roll, I call it Tina
Don't leave a witness ain't Catching no case
Dress in all black we ain't leaving No trace
I told lil shawty come back to my place
Ima nut on her face
diplomatic with status
M and M's been comin' in like they press and print at the factory (ooh)
Used to be sackin' sacks of the grass in between my classes (I
be just one in the end
Me, myself, and I, that's all I need to get by
That and to get high
(Andrea Bocelli)
Brucia la terra mia
E abbrucia lu me cori
My trigga finger itchin
Hit my palms into two
We back-to-back in foreigns
We playin peek-a-boo
I'm in the MIA
Told that nigga what it do
Go back to my
Install them in power and
Murder any objections
You can't stop a revolution from breathin'
So to beat 'em
They offer people the illusion of freedom
But when
forget me it's, by my side
Ye-yeah ye-yeah ye-yeah, by my side (ooh)
The murder capital mo' mayhem, yes it's thriller
Put four in your head, have you
this murder to some Sergeant Brown
And then they take me to the East Detention
No more of a de murder men in a me nah mention no
And then they take me
the way these niggas will murder for pay leave UR whole block in decay
Ya hood in a rage put they ass back into their place bullets will leave em in place
Walk in the place
They like who this
No fool bitch
You by my side
Like a tool bitch
You a full clip
Aye I got a bad drip
I'm, I'm leaking water
the 250
Stone had the best cocaine in the city
I came up in a dangerous environment
Kept a cutta close cause you
Niggas do the most
Foreign cars pullin up
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