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By the sword, you heard the lore
Pack the morgue if blood spill to the floor
Tilt the fifth and I pour
Another shot I get to missing them more
it wasn't for the cop car cruising by
We'd have been alone
With more than broken bones
Bullets and blood
Can't stop this love
Bullets and blood
Are not
Lying flat, inches from the ground
Heart racing, adrenaline surround
Street luge riders, urban daredevils
Speeding through cityscapes, defying levels
1
I’m live on Death Row buried in concrete and mortar
where 3,000 U.S. souls await slaughter.
I am reportin’ straight from the trenches
separated by
Kong, got me long
Lick my schlong, lick my dong, three inches long
Me and Brandon in the stew, we in the booth
If you call me, declining you, I'm number
You are but a young child
It was late on the night before Christmas
And you with your youthfulness, are kept awake
Anxious for presents to come
Hook:
I'm Violent by Design
Verse 1:
There's violence in my history
Silence or your lips will bleed
Silencers and M16s
Try me and the triggers
lord
"Why should we let you by?"
The road is blocked by men of three
"If you need ask, you already know"
They said to let him pass, to leave him be
with the Ice
Are you insane?
This shit is bigger than me
Be warned
It's the calm before the storm
And every fuckin thing I write
Is gonna be analyzed by
Crawling through the mud all night long
Hunted like rats by the Viet Cong
Fields of death bodies piled up higher
Through the silence of the Tet
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
in this bitch and throw your hood up
I got a perc in my system, I'm punching in and rolling woods up
I missed his head by some inches, I'm swearing,
by Thirty Point 3
That's inverted Three Seis's
Sacred Math
Like Thirty Third Degree Masons
And this my Third Classic
One Third of My Three Greatest
Ah three ah two ah one ah half a quarter an eighth a sixteenth
Can you hear the light chasing dark to corner
Can you see the night for day
Ten nine
the gold teeth
Rest In Peace
To all the homies who died to to The heat that shit cut deep
All them nights i would cry
Nobody there by my side
It's ok I'm
back an me do her mafia
She like mi six packs
Good girl she feel mi tik tak
Balling her every night that's mi task
Six inches me give her good fucks
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
the game
Six stepsisters play the game.
Two in the night, two by day.
One says she loves me, one wants to kill me.
I've never felt a feeling like that.
fucking ugly.
I fuckin' love it.
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's simple insanity.
Just a murderous
about that
Ya’ll done faking
Come roll with the real ones
Connected by blood
We the real ones
We be the real ones
Yeah yeah
We be the real ones
Connected
reasons
Fucking all night n she’s gone by the evening
1,2,3 in the hotel room, i find my peace when i run to you i
Hey , aye, hey ay
1,2,3 in the hotel
and goblin,?In a brand new pair of brogues,
Rattling o'er the bogs,?And frightened all the dogs,
On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,?Hunt
hardened bright
The weight of fame, a heavy chain, casting endless night
One by one they fell, their pride shattered and torn
The weight of expectations,
Blue lights in the rearview behind me
But, I'm lead foot down on a Five Three
V Eight into the night ain't gonna find me
I might be
A small town
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