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Ice reflecting off your eyes
They gon' catch you by surprise
Brighter than the southern skies
They gon' make you paralyzed
Ultraviolet fucking rays
For the thugs that walk gunshots off with a limp
And blow the powder off the hand like they getting off lint
When it hits
I pray every shot is a near
a born, knawmean?
Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays
Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
It's a blessing
Those Songs
Written by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.
Verse : Stevie really saw the way cause Love's In Need Of Love Today
Two times make it right
Three times lets slide
One more time get it right
Shawty so bad
Shawty so cool
Getting Sun Rays
While she laying by the pool
All
Shit can change in a heartbeat
In these hard streets but you can't let it
Gotta get it how you live it
Either live how you get it
Cause shit can get
take that measure, nah, nah
Ay it's kicking off this nigga acting big for his boots
Couldn't care what you're on imma switch it off
Uh MA heavy hitter,
Now it's time for our wrap up
Let's give it everything we've got
Ready, begin
Artificial amateurs aren't at all amazing
Analytically, I
ain't about shit
I know you don't love me
[Lloyd Banks]
Uh-uh, yeah
You should thank the Lord if the ray gon' getcha
Cause the sawed-off'll microwave
I am possessed by
Bad times and bad vibes
Please
Reveal the sunshine
Sun rays exercise all my fears
New book, the same chapter
New movie, same actors
told me Marv you gotta watch the ones who claim to be ya friend
Ima get rich or I'll die trying wanted dead by many men
Chicago ain't the same no more
ain't about shit
I know you don't love me
[Lloyd Banks]
Uh-uh, yeah
You should thank the Lord if the ray gon' getcha
Cause the sawed-off'll microwave
wanna face off against me
I'll stuff you in a barrel and make a dude smoothie (huaugh!)
Your sense of duty gets your group into some deep doody
Always
get it through your head
This is, sui-CIDE!! You're better off dead
Let me not amp you up, cause this style you can't do what
My stomach can take it
feeling me? Cause you can't
Get it through your head
This is, sui-CIDE! You're better off dead
Let me not amp you up
Cause this style you can't do what
My
whatever you call it
Paranoid, I guess, but I feel like a target
Pardon me if I come off aggressive, extra defensive
Offended by your presence
So let me
pimp this gift
That only I possess
I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest
I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple
Km.G
I'm sitting here waiting to exhale
Let it go
It's the way
Can't hinder the bitch
You never know the potential you might be missing out on by trying
cut off
Now tell me the reason why your volume cut off
All we do is fuck and eat and get ducked off
Rip and running up them bands dripping swag
Know you
I could tolerate a sad thought
Specially when I'm coming like a mad dog
Really bout it bitch you better back off
Really adamant to get my raps off
the cliff
(Whoa . . . Tinsel Time!)
Well, the Devil was mad
I took off to my pad
I swear I do declare!
How did she get back there?
I swear I do
you wack
Shit trash
You harmless
Pussy ass nigga shouldn't get shit started
New .40 look so thick Ms. Parker
That's when shit get a lil bit darker
an example
Either run or get ran. Stampede or get trampled
I spit hard and respect my guard
Got vision like x-ray, that's how I read your card
Yo we got
Closed off like a shell
Seasons greet you then fade as well
Surrounded by big ideas
That lay heavy in the atmosphere
With the shutters down, you
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