Lyrics:
strike back
Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes
done
Their meaning of fun is who can draw the quicker gun
Easy with the fizi
Second rate the violence
Those who disagree hear your ashes blow in
This vulnerable gift, wrapped up and handed to seven billion
That's seven billion cadets, turned soldier, fighting in a war for two millenniums and two
up di ends
Drive-by shot up di Benz
Come if unnu a come, just talk up inna di gun
Just talk up inna di nozzle
Head ago open like a drum
Since di war
to trap niggas
You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid
As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between
spiritual war
Verse 2
Now I lay my head as I fall to sleep
Pray for the Lord my soul to keep
I pray that angels watch over me
Keep me safe in the mind too
Whilst hawk's head descending
Spewed out a new age
"It isn't very good
In the middle of the wood
In the dark dark night
Where there isn't any light
Whilst hawk's head descending
Spewed out a new age
"It isn't very good
In the middle of the wood
In the dark dark night
Where there isn't any light
callin'
Can I get some more?
Hell, 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what
nuh easy fi walk pon, Teflon, Blackblunt, Carbon
Yo, we a badder than dem by far, badder than dem by near
Inna peace, inna war
Drive-by, walk-by
3lik metfatten
kil Piranha miette mankhalli
Ouenfoklek Amal
She's so pretty when she show up in time
S7i7 wa7deni when she walking me by
Gotta lift my
war
Better get ready for bed, buckshot land at your head
Buck shots dots right at your head
Sit you niggas in a permanent chair
Give you niggas
second chance
No, no, no, no, no
There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat
There are old folk battered in the open street
In this city
seconds
Shit, I guess they want some mo'
Bitch
Now slyde, Bitch(x7)
Criss cross, step right
Slyde, now I'm jiggin' it
Lean left, rock right
Wipe me down in
army have stolen all the gold
The seven judges begin to forge the sword
Failed by the unique leader
Now forced to die in war
Deep inside the planet's
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
Yeah
Yeah
Getting rowdy in this piece
What I'm feeling like
Neighbours call on da police
For the second time
Told em they could suck on deez
If they
I can't even lie I can't pretend
Gave you niggas second chances went and fucked it up again
Well Amen, I'm still blessed, bow my head to go repent
I
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
left him cold
His trail was left in ashes
They forgot him like he grew some mold
The second they knew war was me, they fold like chairs
So you see these
times
I make a decision in a Split/Second
Be prepared to swing the Helblade
After Senua's Sacrifice
I want 'em Dead Or Alive
This Civilitation's mine
Now
alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can't have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
If Finn in the cut dawg, swinging like
to bust sex
Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven
strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils 'n' poison yo' ferrins'
got cracked in the 80's
Baby, maybe that's if I slip
But I became official
Since the start of this
Idi Amin born July
7 of fushid eyes
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