Lyrics:
when di calico a sing like Mariah
Marrow paste onto wall like a Adonai flyer
By di time squaddy reach, mi nuh die yah
Dem only hear di tire pon di silver
this one bullet if you try to take his
Gun.
So... come on, take it, if you can..."
"Hand it over."
"Heh heh heh heh...."
"You'll be dead before you can
tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I
Adventure seeker on an empty street
Just an alley creeper, light on his feet
A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt
With the pain
Been a long time coming, run for the hills
Been a long time gunning, dead to the world
Been a long time coming, run for the hills
See the storm
and time
And somewhere lies the answer
To all the questions why
What really makes the difference
Between all dead and living things, the will to stay
Even when they flew me out to LA
You stuck by my side
And even when you knew i wasn’t ok
You told me i would be alright
Through these darker times
I
and time
And somewhere lies the answer
To all the questions why
What really makes the difference
Between all dead and living things, the will to stay
the fuck would you give a gun to R kelly?
Knowin' huggin' little girls was the
Only time he squeeze 8s
I bet you he ain't want that 38
Or that 40 cal filled
down no time to waste
Head straight for the bushes (Quick)
Dreaming of the gun that I can't locate
So instead I get bludgeoned (Uhuh)
I landed in Tilted
hey, hey oh la
Hey, oh hey, it ain't over yet
Turned that bottle up and started drinking
It was a long, long time before he pulled it away
His eyes
time just keeps on keeping on
Just go have fun, go on, 3, 2, 1
Dead and gone, 3, 2, 1
Hang your noose, draw your gun
Take control or let it come
Thy Will
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
*
For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
of you that still linger
I am a VCR a funeral of dead memory waste
I'm a VCR a funeral of dead memory waste
You can see it on my face i'm a VCR funeral
of 'em I need a machine gun
I take 'em all out (all out), I hope you hear this song
And go into a cardiac arrest
Have a heart attack and just drop dead
On a des diplômes de pyrotechniciens
La fusée congolaise rattrape vos
Culs, c'est dead, couz
J'ai vu qu'chez vous ma drogue ça
Part comme une traînée de
sellin weed
Shootouts, and some ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up fuck one time
Above the law hey
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents
hip hop
Fresh off the porch with my
Brother Sean's boom box
Around the same time when I heard Illmatic
I was on my block, sellin'
Long dimes
Miss Pavilichenko's well known to fame
Russia's your country, fighting is your game
The whole world will love her for a long time to come,
For
John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was
hey, hey oh la
Hey, oh hey, it ain't over yet
Turned that bottle up and started drinking
It was a long, long time before he pulled it away
His eyes
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