Lyrics:
final
I'm not to be trifled
I'm nothing but malice
You'll have more than scratches than vinyl
The wrath that I cause is by you
I'll fuck you up like
grave
Light work by lantern, I still call a shovel a spade
Giant panda, big grass all in my face
Walking with a Panther, going back to Cali
Deion
trusting the assumptions
All while under the unknown hundreds above us
Life echoing lack of function
Lost to a hand dealt by the infinite crushing
Virtue
names
Day by day leave you K I A
We don’t play no games get out of our way
If you cross me with no hesitance
I will stomp your ekg into residence your
Where do these come from?
Don't begging to your god
He's eyes would be forever shut
Pointless grenades keep spitting
debris to under my feet
By
some
brains leaking off my baseball bat
It's gonna be a murder after midnight
You can say it was a killin by
a lunatic
It's gonna be a murder after
We've just pulled the pin the worlds a live grenade
Our time is ticking where's your fucking shame
And after all you've said to keep your saving
balls of steel when them shades is on, hear the Woo comin' like grenades go off
Precursor to the war, too late to withdraw, showing off more than big ass
I'm back
Back by popular demand
Back on the beats back with the mic in hand
I'm back like your spine
Back one more time
Back to show these rappers
from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in
Believe me when I say I'm not pedestrian
It's a lot of stress since, I just learned my lesson
I been feeling like one of the greats
Buy it by
freedom
Sentenced to death
By taking a false step
Feeling I'm going to see
My legs shattered
Or all my body
Dismembered
Explosions blast
Rushing bullets
unreal
Quarantined by heritage
Sliding gliding by the trip switch
Lost in quicksand
Found in no-man’s land
Touch-and-go
Bushidō
Let’s count them all out
men, and snitch on kids
Yo my ice go, platinum grenade for show
Tell what? Go tell your little stink ass hoe
So what I got Dou, she ain't going
my chain swinging
I grab my piece, so that shit won't damage the paint
Chest naked holding a drink
We got these hoes by the brain, we black rap
wasn't nice
But his hand grenades looked very mean
And the luger down his trousers
Well that was twice as obscene
When we touched down in Cuba
wasn't nice
But his hand grenades looked very mean
And the luger down his trousers
Well that was twice as obscene
When we touched down in Cuba
wasn't nice
But his hand grenades looked very mean
And the luger down his trousers
Well that was twice as obscene
When we touched down in Cuba
salvo's en granaten
Daybreak brings machine gun fire and grenades
Daartussen and in between
Onverstoord door het gebulder
Undisturbed by the endless roar
your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers
Let me start it off,
wet my lips I thought I had it made
Like Valentino with a hand grenade
I made my move with my libido on
And she circled once, then she dropped
livin' like that
Tripped over the crack, crippled by circumstance
Nigga gotta face the facts, make this world your own
Sun sprinkled light for this
sons
Chavo was the oldest one
Old man Gory could pop, like a live grenade
Raised his boys in the way of the trade
Hector and Mando, young Eddy
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
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