Lyrics:
got unpaid debts, we've come to collect
We're gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect
We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
new ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way
Yeah I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?
This
rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work
On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First
we're from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Who's your
Summer time in Georgia
Running through the heat
Lending you my shoulder
You lent it back to me
Now everything is colder
And we're colored like
with all my boys, you know I'm sayin'?
Yo, turning mad chicks (cyaan', run back ah her all the while, you know?) (check it deep)
Turning everybody
through the swamp at night
Cause if you're lucky enough to get by the snakes
The gators gonna eat ya alive
What happened that night depends on who you ask
I guess you can call this my nine to five
I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster
Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia
I guess you can call this my nine to five
I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster
Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia
he's gonna be the one to find us a better way
(a better way, a better way…) (Y.A., help me sing…)
Now listen as the siren goes by
It's another
no games to play /anthill to ant u niccas gonna learn today /snuff there goes a life not taken by her own /surely wouldn't have happened if she was
Lagoon
Tonight we're gonna peel away everything you are
You're gonna get infected by our rock 'n 'roll guitars
And once its leaked into your veins, no
they tussle with the goons yeah
My homie Killa Blaze and Mono
On that lay em down
I got they back and x you out
Try me fuck around
Family tree rotten
of the problem
Then you can kiss my ass
This for all my Kings and Queens, fighting for the last time
We gonna sit back this shit is getting trashed
If it’s war
This is what happens when you call the cops
You get your rights violated or
You all get shot
I'm sick of people getting
Victimized by criminal cops
"What the heck bitch?" (Let 'em fucking know)
What the heck?
What the hell?
Bitch can you tell? Unh
Definitely gonna have to wish her well, sending
to Black Lagoon
Tonight we're gonna peel away everything you are
You're gonna get infected by our rock-n-roll guitars
And once it's leaked into your veins,
I'm so ready to snap back
Like a rap trap
It'll send you back to your pack
You should clap and hear my facts
I'll kick your sack then your crack
day and still
Drive home in something clean
And I'm still runnin' the roads
Not controlled by the mainstream
I swear they send me contracts
To eliminate
I'm a Larry bird hittin these threes
Sittin in my 4 by 4, Castles closed
Use the back door, Sup Alfred, do my chores
Mop the floor with that shit you
to doctor a mule?
He'll jump back in the hole till he knows he's a fool
I cant change his mind
Only God reveals the view
I'm feeling colder than cubes
In
the east, and I'm never gonna stop
I did it by myself, y'all better give props
I killed this beat, and you might hear this shit a lot
But this young, flashy
I didn't even know my next guest was in town
but he just dropped by and I'm really excited
Ladies and gentlemen
Jive Turkey, motherfucker
Where you
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