Lyrics:
Weeks of hideous pain bent me down,
Doctor gave me asprin to ease the pain,
Soon a blood test revealed the brutal force,
I had been inflicted
Weeks of hideous pain struck me down.
Doctor gave me asprin to ease the pain.
Soon a blood test revealed the brutal force,
I had been inflicted with
Oh my, oh my, open-heart surgery
Oh my, oh my, double bypass
Don't lie, it's not fine, she's spilling her guts on the pavement
She's bleeding her
scream when you don't listen closely
Switchblade amaze young gun Brooklyn blood transplant
Immature Menendez fashion
Crystal Method lover, buy
play nigga
My lil' "G" Lil' Chuckee
Young money lil' G,
Battle juice in my blood,
Jumpin' at the boy,
Man, you better have ya bungee cord,
Since
Lil' Chuckee
Young money lil' G,
Battle juice in my blood
Jumpin' at the boy
Man, you better have ya bungee cord
Since Wayne took me off the leash
come see this
maybe even send your bitch
We can fix them tits
From a see cup to a double D cup
Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah
I
with a bottle
Couldn’t knock me out?!
Ima 5’8 gameboy Icey watch
REUP still hanging form my chain boy
White sweater no blood stains boy game over
I
to the eye center of the head
The other two see both sides of the bed
Grip double man hands while the hooves keep the step
We had to transplant Naedon's heart
like (Damn IB)
I left them blood stains on the bed for a week
I gave her vocal cord damage, I made it hard for her to speak
I ended up busing it up, I'm
of a pathetic orphan
Endless sores and reservoir of extension cords in dresser drawers
And deadbolts on the bedroom doors
And sexual torture kits kept in
my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double helixes
And show them what I'm made of
I buckle
Chin-checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double helixes
And show them what I'm made
kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double helixes
And show them what I'm made
start blessing it
And chin-checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double helixes
boy catch up
Pool junkie rack up (?) act up
Trunk with the mac truck bulletproof'ed up
Oh, you don't know Bamz?
Double parked on murder lane
187 my
get past that
We the last batch and the cause installed, we got Black facts
Grow a spinal cord or backtrack
The homies call me Batman, I'm
dies he dies
I got the conscience of Drago
Head shot, life support
If he try to survive though
I creep through the hospital and
Pull the cord on him
I
your door
You can't afford your bitch is a ford
The fuck is a key if you missing the door
Spare me your life bitch I'm pulling the cord
Born in the trap
him more
I'm dying to the flesh like its a chore
Give my praise up to the Lord
You walking through this life but you aint sure
Double mind got you
Meanwhile his record sells double and triple
Cause of you whinin bout him rubbin his nipple
Religious? Shit, you helped them bands
Instead of helpin them poor
get em laid down
Step to me, wait how? Play now
He just dead weight now
Power
Blood on my hands, blood of whoever's in my way be damned
I am the power
head
So I chopped these cords right as I screamed
Drown you in my sorrow, hollow shells and coughing blood
I'm coffin cut, you're often worried bout
It's V double E, R O to the B
Told my peeps, wanna be
The best rapper on a beat
Wasn't street, kinna geek
"You should get a degree"
A black sheep
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