Lyrics:
at yo, service You heard us Murderous Demons they comma Which choosin like the chrome llama BLAH!! [Verse 2] An introduction to my murderous plot I got so
8 by 6
Now every girl in the town wan' taste my dick
Chocolate hoes, two poles, it taste like Twix
Nigga with cancer and AIDs said
"I ain't that sick"
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
sins for self-made Armageddon,
Sin one, pride, pride makes a man kill a man for his ego to survive,
Sin two, lust, lust makes the grass look greener,
murderous
Mur, mur, ma, murderous shit
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh uhh
I keep the gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gah, gah, ga, gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
I spit
Back at'cha
How we do
Primo, Jigga-Man
History in the making
Let's go
Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH
Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
I spit the murder-murder-murderous
out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that shamrock
Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
In and out fast, murderous, vast
hoes to catch it
I'm a god send, the fallen angel and I do sin
Far from perfection but still considered a gem
Thank you lord for givin' me wind
ferocious
Some of the best two, kill you, no rescue
They say that you gotta spit hot 16's before you step through
And they say everybody, nigga, even Tech
the window, where the souls of limbo reside.
Voyagers adrift endlessly in limbo.
Specters of the infinite void, once slain by
the sin that they were exhuming.
too futuristic for you hoezz to catch it
I'm a god send, the fallen angel and I do sin
Far from perfection but still considered a gem
Thank you
is full grown and now I can't stop it
Now it's getting scary the enemy tricked me he said I would win
Signed obituary sincerely by sin
Father I'm dying
Elizabeth Short
Was bisected
Cut into two
What you're about to witness
Are the share holders of these separate parts
Deadly as sin
There's nothing
(Verse 1: Snoop Dogg)
Drop the bomb, ring the alarm
We are here to do bottly harm
Now grab your girl
And run along
'Cuz you'll meet with me by
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
(Verse 1: Snoop Dogg)
Drop the bomb, ring the alarm
We are here to do bottly harm
Now grab your girl
And run along
'Cuz you'll meet with me by
busy with it
You know my rapport
Murderous intent when I hear a beat
Who keeping score
Forty-five or twenty two
Depending on my mood to shoot
So I gotta
Confess my sins, to the souls of the unknown, why?
Would you ever disrespect my niggas
We murderous engines that lead to lynchin's
Index, itching, ready
[Liffy Stokes]
It's like I got the 4-4 cocked
On the block in it two door dropped
And my spot is keepin but hot
The pussy-ass cop throw some
critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin
Duel of the iron mics
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes
Duel of the iron
critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin
Duel of the iron mics
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes
Duel of the iron
recognize, freak bitches fantasize
Uhh, ahhh..
Chorus: Lil' Cease
Uh, one two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two
Immortalz)
And 2Pac Makaveli outlaw Immortalz
You know how we do this shit nigga
Give me my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with dime figures
Real niggas
their sin
Balancing on the burning tightrope, with only freedom for some
Corruptly on their Hill, they take control of us (Corrupt Control)
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