Lyrics:
for his soul to be forgiven
But his soul had been given to some force that was driven
By some morbid ambition that would never ever listen
Till
for his soul to be forgiven
But his soul had been given to some force that was driven
By some morbid ambition that would never ever listen
Till
for his soul to be forgiven
But his soul had been given to some force that was driven
By some morbid ambition that would never ever listen
Till
for his soul to be forgiven
But his soul had been given to some force that was driven
By some morbid ambition that would never ever listen
Till
for his soul to be forgiven
But his soul had been given to some force that was driven
By some morbid ambition that would never ever listen
Till
found his corpse
In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime method, add another
Killer verse to the murder record, the grand
realize
Hes a killer behind the flash
Bossy nigga
So presidential, thanks to my dad
Gotta ad high got four states to call the pad
I'm mad
'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
killer verse
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
I will be by your side
I will be by, your side
I will be by your side
I will be by, your side
Eyes heavy
It’s been a long night
Blow my smoke in
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
Uh, I think why'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (uh, yeah)
I think why'all know by now it's
You ain't never seen a nigga this large (nah)
y'all lil niggas that wanna blow up
Pull them cards and we calling yo bluff cause you ain't fool up
I be wit them niggas who don't never smile
We just
heart's the device
Indecisive skilled cracking thin ice
Think twice
Blow the smoke over winter's night
So simple
A breath forever in a freeze frame
the fill up
No gas, and when I spits like acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes
cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
Careful what you saying when
Them killers 'round
Glass of white Zinfandel
Call in my nigga Dell slang shit, gang thick
That shit is for sigadale
Now
trash hoes
I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow
I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4
The Macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow
Is that so?
(Hook
Brothers on the corner sellin' junk
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
need more than just romantic feelings
When shit is frantic need a bitch
That’s just as scandalous when
Fuckin' this killer to be appealin'
Have
This what I do and decease 'em
They better flee from killers, no weak ones
Attitude 'cause I never got a threesome
By the power of my dead niggas
they mess with, don't even stress it
Leaded, I pull these capers all the time
With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfucking mind
Him and whoever
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