Lyrics:
oozie[00:39.70]Flipped her over like a pancake bout to stick it in her dookie[00:42.32]I am[00:43.19]Alarm clock ringing[00:45.03]Alarm clock ringing[00:47.49]Alarm clock
niggas still dyin'
Said they would protect us, 12 still lyin'
Oh my god I'm scarred by the violence
See heat up in the streets like I got infrared
Don't
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
determination can’t be stopped,
As we protest, rally round the clock.
V102 Woman 1
Not afraid to throw a rock!
V103 Woman 2
Or confronted by a cop!
V104
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Bitch, yeah, ha
Compton most wanted
Haunted by the ghost of the dead
Climbing out the casket
With a bullet in the head
All blue, all red, smothers
Trapped inside this furnace
I get molded by the heat
They took me back inside my home and
Now I'm sticking to the sheets
It's burning flesh, can't
rather +Double Dutch+ witcha
He played them street games 'til the heat came
Same nigga that be changin quick when they see brains
We ride in streets with
The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the real'a
Got some killers posted up, every door fingers on trigger
Heroin is so intense, the syrup going by
bold
I heat the beat up
Like the kitchen stove
Then I eat through the leash
I'm in mission mode
Big Pup keep it locked
With a vicious hold
Had to change
in the port
Got a ticket, harbour master strangulation left him in the shed
Shit! I fled, 39 steps, I hope he's not dead
Jehst:
From cream tea at 3
can't sit back and say nothing
I gotta stand up against the wind
I live by the code, and I got the pin
And I got the flow driving in the Twin
Yeah, let's
I just can't tell
I can't fake these soliloquies, silencers off
The art of warfare in here violence is off (ha)
Po-po's gone, periscopes
they just kept buyin'
‘round the clock
Makin' plays like I'm Dez Bryant
Who wanna test violence, I'll press iron
Leave your chest fryin', the tube spit
to station
I received a receipt
To the tune of Creation
And I haven’t paid it
Born in the heat
Life is a storm, over an infinite sea
And I have been stained by
definition of real
Better yet which one you define realer
The nigga that claps heat like he working up on the clock
Vs the nigga that actually made it out?
cold and they packing the heat
Gotta make sure that he one with the streets
He wanna get money so the family eats
The blood in the streets the killers
funny
Cuz i got em jumping like jack in the box
I said it's our time like we tapping the clock
We macking wit dimes like wit passing the rock
Nigga want
a platinum sound
Had the best clients, they just kept buyin'
‘round the clock
Makin' plays like I'm Dez Bryant
Who wanna test violence? I'll press iron
Leave
on concrete (Whattup Techniec?)
Tight shit make ya say "Damn, Tech got bomb heat" (Hahaha)
First nigga that speak like "I don't believe you"
first nigga who
importance
Overtook, by, violence, lust for, dominance, fueled my, confidence
Out of my root element, pure innocence, but then came, the nuisance
Greed is at,
ben-evo-lence, still, had, its importance
Overtook, by, violence, lust for, dominance, fueled my, confidence
Out of my root element, pure innocence, but then came,
this mutha fucka Like i aint got shit to prove
By in the Morning
Have my face on the five O'clock news i am that dude
U can't tell me shit
Ion owe
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