Search results for 'baby missiles by the war on drugs' Page #13

For your love I'm really in it
Choppa singing it's so rhythmic
Got these drugs up in my system
Got demons in my head
Tell me baby can you hear them
Dark

"i got drugs!"
sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
well i'ma end this with a big red

side I ain't tryna fool you
If I pull it out then we talking funerals
They run they mouth but ain't walking to you
I'm war ready like Shaka Zulu
I'm in

the brain been tryna maintain my cool
But I don't know if I can feel anything no more
I just wanna fuckin' smoke
Light up the fire
Indo baby, I just walked

You keep it up like a promise, like a drug
So I'm despised by the cynical eyes above
Gave you my life and let you drink all my blood
A compromise you

My heart so cold, that its feelin real heavy
Got drugs all in my pours, but it's been keeping me steady
Been fightin different wars, so I gotta stay

I ran it up, yeah I helped myself (yeah)
Abandoned and lost, had nobody else
That's why i'm grinding, til the motherfucking lights turn off
Baby, i'm

and hold the line
Let me focus on myself one day, a sеcond time
And I can go, go, go, yeah

Just go baby, you should just go
But I know how that shit's gonna

You keep it up like a promise, like a drug
So I'm despised by the cynical eyes above
Gave you my life and let you drink all my blood
A compromise you

the game
Poor folks will be waiting for change
Shit still stays the same
And we ain't really mad 'bout life
Just aggravated by this fight
Our Stealth Bombers

to war
Let's just go to war
Why they ask me what drugs I take?
Perckies and xannies and lean and all
Woh

Baby girl, I roll you so good like

One love to my homeboys, death to my enemies
Tell me baby, are you feeling me?
I know my enemies are having dreams of killing me
You stupid bitches

My board say this some real n**** music..
Ball, gizzle, semg, sh!t baby
Free all my nxxns out the war, doing time we ain't forget about you
Free all

Off of the Addy, go crazy
Fucking that bitch she want my babys
Fucking that bitch she go crazy
Run up some cash I go crazy
Run up that cash, pockets

Why you always at work?
Ay, lil bro whatchu mean?
Why you always busy?
Cause you gon forever be my baby brother
You know I gotta set the example,

shit but dont live it

Yeah
In my pockets need Madibaz
& some animals
Try’na stack bucks, & I ain’t talking ‘bout an antelope
Never sold a drug, but my

I'm gone
Mhmm
Lil jay was in the 8th grade
When he started playing with them switches
Project baby of his environment
He was hanging around with them

be there by your side 

Could it be because of pride or is cause your dead inside
cnd I know you want to rise I can see it in your eyes 
Baby I can

let me kneel for
Them all? 

I miss you all 
The trillions of you gone
To war, disease, sex or drugs
I mourn for your families
That you've been torn

from the death blow

From the look of this shit, sound like I'm pimping my rhymes
I'm chased by the dimes, baby, get crazy for i
You know I really want

of war
Swinging my sword
Nah he ain't Gideon
Watch how he move
Baby he smooth
Electric you think he on Rivian
This American Indian
Tropic of thunder

then I'm done 
See I'm the one who's won 

Seeing the wars begun 
You ain't got nowhere to run 
Hit 'em like a homerun 
Kill 'em all one by one 

I've

when we fucking 
baby cause that ass soft

HOOK
Now I got war scars 
you grew up pussy 
I was hanging round with them bulldogs
that slang that weight 
i

grown folks who have suffered through generations of dysfunction because they were targeted by drug policies …

[1] the setting is crack, 
United states