Lyrics:
wait or overthrow?
All these things in my life dem a stain to remove
Beauty in our makeup peace in a gun cut the picture of yourself
In resistance
crippled, picture of us
It's sickening, god, dreams of dogs biting the dove
I forget the last time that I was living in love
Or spend my nights drinking it
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Get money, get fly, get busy, get live
Get over, get by, get women, get high
Get right!
[Inspectah Deck]
Think you can stop
Grim is takin' pictures
I'm the frame freeze in the middle of the Disney flick
That'll corrupt and brainwash the minds of your little kids
Best in
'fo' his last days
Think you've got it made?
Nigga ain't no runnin' back
When I put this gun in yo back
Detach 'em, attack 'em, to the point no
Go and join the army
Said the father to the son
See the world around you boy
And learn to use a gun
Think you're something special
Well,
them baggin grams
I'm a bad man
Strap in my hand
Give me some mad plans
Picture my city
Surrounded by crimnals
And then some
I'm go have to hit one
By the gestures they made and the words that they mumbled
Maybe I can slice a throat when I'm ready
It takes practice, training to keep a nail gun
Picture a room full of candles, it's dark inside
Newspaper clippings on the wall from victims that died
Blood everywhere
You can tell the psych be
Maybe we can hide, continue to exist
With a crate of bottled water and a sawn off shot gun
Try to survive - Don't look into his eyes
Try to stay
Up on Scorpion Hill watching life
Passing me by in the pale moonlight
And I sat there forever, three sheets to the wind
It's not helping my case,
When Milly woke up she had makeup all over her pillow
Billy had stopped at Easy Pawn
And bought them up a couple of guns
Tomorrow, he said, was gonna
We'll leave at dusk
With only that which we can carry
Whatever's left gets burned or buried
For if by chance we return
We'll leave a note
I stay ready for gun play
Bitches so bring it on
And we can all die together
My team is that strong
With a death wish I'm reckless
Knock out that
Have you seen the big guns in the bay?
The evil that men do in picture books, we call them brave
Do you need a translator to get you through your day?
and can't let go
Empty room, wishin' for a miracle to echo
In my mind I hear times can stay ghetto
Born rebel, havin' my own inner-Allepo
Saved by
Picture the morning taste and devour
We rise early pace up the hour
Streets is bustling hustling their heart out
You can't have the sweet with no
since "H to the Izzo"
That's when my man Biddle stopped by with two little
Pills I could put in the bag and sell like Skittles
One for ten, fifteen for
Picture the morning taste and devour
We rise early pace up the hour
Streets is bustling hustling their heart out
You can't have the sweet with no
trust no gal I'm focusin' on my pay
doin' things my way they can't always manage it
Not all decisions made are made by management
You're not a goon
a marvelous scripture
Start drawing a picture cause I'm immortal my nigga
Beef is played out so I don't bother with niggas
But as long as it's tender I eat your
aight (we aight) I think I live this long, 'cause I live by the gun We with the Outlawz, sippin Henny all night Been goin through that shit since day one
[T-Bone]
Yo picture me rollin like Pac in a drop gold double are
Women, champagne, weed, cigars and caviar
Livin tha life of a thug, movin em drugs,
Exploding balloons on a blood covered moon
Building's on fire with undercovered wires
Monkeys in business, an innocent witness
Of shattered pictures
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