Lyrics:
Hill project was your outlet
You was a target
Or organized outfit
Not by the mafia, this where it get chills
Your wife hired some hit man to kill you
blood sweatin', tears, tears, tears. I be trippin', gotta stay on my mission, it's probably not even in the next couple of inches, it's probably in
and the haters start watchin'
The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin'
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option
I'm back with Cool
uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn
The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed
Rising
How much blood do we have to spill, Until the levee begins to give
Our souls are wearing thin but not yet dying
This fire is rising the devil's
Swingin' with this here stud you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin'
You declared you would be three inches taller
You only became what we made you
Thought you were chasing a destiny calling
You only earned what we
several inches
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make
not with riches (Yeah)
Bitch i came up from the mud
My hood was painted with blood
I was lost from the road
Yeah i killed all the bugs
Yeah i ain't do
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call
God (Loved by God)
And powered by the Holy Spirit, she must be protected by the blood of Jesus Christ (Protected by the blood of Jesus Christ)
Oh yes,
inches
Yeah
Missed death by some inches
Missed death by some inches
I know I'm better without it
Indeed I don't doubt it
But everything starts with a crave
this game and I know not from college
Eyes open, focus, scoping out the scene
Watch the gangsta haters close 'cause they worse than dope fiends
I hope
Pussy boy wanted beef with me over Galactic acquisition
Called his mistress over and put 10 inches on her forehead like Payton Manning
I'm a street
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
the way
and I tried it
by now I cannot hide it
considering what life is
- all for nothin´
3. ...and I am an engine
burnin´ hot and dying quickly
and I am
your mother on a good date
I'm young as hell so I hope she do not catch a case
I take pills or else I'm bouncing off the fucking walls
Sitting back, I
take a look at the bodies, they’re covered in blood
Shit this a real shame, let’s burry 'em in the mud
("What did you just say?")
Shoutout to N.W.A., If
the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed
My personality is cold, maybe I'm just vicious
But I'm building from these broken bridges
I'm grabbing all the money by the inches
But frankly I
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
Hook
Uh Judge me by my color of blood not my
Skin or race we seen what that reality does
Judge me by my color of blood we all
People we all equal
Kit9ada la3b
Kanjiw l'Real
Kitsala la3b
Ndama b'Lil
By night
Bad mood dive
F sayf
F biti dayf
Dmagh kidor fih chhal mn blan
Ghadi wast road b'lil
of that
I'm past this shit, and I'm not the type that will resort to quit
So, suck my dick, all nine inches and don't forget the dip
I'm on tip? Pass me
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