Lyrics:
to the ground
Crushed by their own greed
An unquenching need to destroy
Empires will fall by my design
Lust of power speeds
Time people need to destroy
Illegal move
Pop out with that tool
Welcome to the monster mash
I bought out all the ghouls
Illegal move
Pop out with that tool
No mask
Broad day
to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
But if you fuck around you gon' make me
left me for
Who the fuck knows?
This is half her fault
How could she leave me for a tool in a Mustang?
I’m never gonna know
He’s as fun as a cold
He’s
Don't take me by the hand
Don't take me by the hand
The tools of the trade are the head and the heart
And the joke I know
And the joke I know
a nigga reach
My dogs will bite you and guess who the nigga leash
I was once told by my nigga Meach
You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach
You're not your former self
And what's reality now?
The tools you've used to get by
Aren't the keys to your tomorrows
The wind is blowing
The sea is
on the whiskey
Let somebody else drive
I started drinking on Friday
And by Saturday night
They had me blowing through a tool
Charge with DUI
Cuffed
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
this or am I just a victim of one big plan
Did I break the rules or am I just broken by design
Did I throw away the tools or am I ill equipped by brand
I
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
Reflections lost, whats old is old
Even though you try, it just passes by
Between the words, can here it's clear
yet they stand so tall, makes us
You carry on
Fate is working fast to bring you down
Peopled by a master race
But living lives so cruel, so base
Unconquered souls
Their master knows
always says the truth
And now I know what I feel
I feel tuned
Tuned by you
By the magic of your tools
Every step I take is safe
Cause you illuminate
My
to the teeth
Death by saccharination
And the criminal charge is the same
A chance to tell the crimes of the cruel
A chance to wave the flag of the fool
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Ayy, don't you know I got ki's by
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
With a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act
From New Amsterdam to the way the West was won
Well years will go by when you won't get nowhere
You're cold and you're tired and you're free and you
of intentions
Even with church blessings
They didn’t have a clue
No one plays by the rules
Sharpening their tools
They don’t know what to do
But someone has
Walking in the street by the venue
Gazing at the long long queue
Feeling instant stress
So many people to impress
I wanna earn my life
Making people
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
""Games People Play"" by Eric Berne is a pioneering book that introduces the concept of transactional analysis and explores the various psychological
the shots
I'm like the Durell
Order stitches for these snitches
Dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these niggas
Toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave
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