Lyrics:
"Name and last three!" Austin, oh-six-six
By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died
And me I'm at the ranch makin pruno in Wayside
In
In the mirror
Disappear
Like, where that go?
Revenge
Three cheers
I got a jet black soul
Uh
I fiend blood like fentanyl
I need tears
Need tears
Gotta
our kids
Too many brothers caged in the Pen
Engagin' a bid, enslaved by the pigs
If it wasn't for crooked cops that pop shots grazin' our wig
That
high and neva look back and u don't wanna try me don't
I look strapped
I come from the hardest city ain't nobody
Fuckin wit it got a black and gold sole
we are dead after all
A cloudy head of spines, a blade of vishnu spire, a heart of granite doom
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
O-oo oo oo oo,
man, Franchise want in
[Verse 1]
I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for they mama,
left with three in
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
feel cra-zy
(One, two, three, four)
I see bloods and crips runnin' up the hill
Lookin' for a better way
My brothers and sisters it's time
the flesh and blood and bone,
The black eye of thine enemy.
' Dance, dance.
Act three,
'I am the lord of the dance,'
Said he. John the Baptist,
feel crazy
(One, two, three, four)
I see Bloods and Crips runnin' up the hill
Lookin' for a better way
My brothers and sisters, it's time to bail
Ensorcelled by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black roses draw my blood with thorns as sharp as serpent's
sleeping…pray the lord their soul to keep
Hhhhmmm the black widow
Verse 3
What is this, this dreadful yearning…dark invidious blood filled lust
That fills
Bursting through the icy morning four times five black shadows a horse.
Steel glimmering in the awakening sun's light,
And blood colors the white snow red.
Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers
Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas'll
come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
a letter from my old best friend
Doing twenty-five in the federal pen
Wanna come home but he said until then
Could I look over his three children
They
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
shit
Lift off rounds and jet quick
This piece is gettin heated
Cause a rush, a stampedin
Devils are all defeated by the blood brothers
Chorus
Verse
The world collapses inward
Retreat to calm the fray
Foreseen by higher power
With shoulders raised at bay
Steady blows to way of life
Send spirit
People always say when they see us, teach us
so we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us
Hustlas and players and hos will never leave us
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
hard, black tar, concrete
Tom Vick times Papi Mason times 3
Uncle Toms need Tums to stomach atomic bombs
Or die from my Wizardry rZA, GZA, Method Man
I’m
Police looking for a Black Male to hem and book
All my niggaz is suspect
(Breaker, Breaker 1-9, 1-9) Police looking for a Black Male to Blackmail
Ha
You know we don't drop hits, uh uh
We drop classics nigga, uh huh
Cash money, c'mon, get at me nigga
Nigga thuggin' is in my blood and my genes
blood can save
People pray for mercy
Satan laughs from the abyss
Sinners burner in Hell
No one can save you tonight
(Chorus)
Nocturnal Attack (3
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