Lyrics:
mood swings
Evil is what the mood brings
(Repeat)
[Verse Two]
Verse two is like a muthafuckin gun to your head
I'll let you see the pictures
your gun, you're filled with passion|Turning to run, just ain't your fashion|Blown out, by the circumstances|Never mind that you'll take your
through execution capital
E-Rock the stupid fo', who's ridin' with this Nigga Yuk
We the Mafia, squabble the gun
Played out, droppin' ya
[Lo-Life
cash, got my foot on the gas
Tailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shoot
Them scriptures, paint the pictures
We believe was cops tryin
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
and again
In particular the name of Lu Chin Chen
Yo, I landed in Japan with intent to kill
You could tell I wasn't jokin' by the look on my grill
Took
Backwards vocal:) What does God taste like to you
The thousand pictures
Moving across the screen
The motion etched into each passing scene
through the year two-thousand
I'm a ? when I'm on the run I'm havin' fun
Don't bring you gun, unless someone is giving you static
Then I suggest you pack
[First Verse: Kangol Slim]
Picture me peelin' out in a Deville Lac
The Deville I'm peelin' out in is bustin' crushin'
Diamonds ain't no thang
Check
Is it time for you to settle down?
Yet your tiredness and sadness keep my spirits up
And the guns and greed that is in your heart
Is what a deputy
Bitches be takin pictures with the get'em'hoe cameras
By this time a lot of niggaz got enter
Throw my shit 'cross to the pit boss Montana
Comin out cause
a bug
My Nine milli bust
Y'all niggaz need ta duck, Wha
Sickin da Don
Keepin a gun
When I'm flickin alone
Leave da bitch gettin boned
Now
teaches of you and I do, no wonder they want to fight you
Raised by hypocrites you feel lied to
Graffiti the land with skyscrapers
Graffiti the sky
Lookin' for some action, and out on my two wheels I would seek
I need a freak, and someone who ain't afraid of the E
want to have some fun? The run by
So you picture your hand with a gun
The moons full and my eyes are red
Way too eager to reach the end
I hope you know that
I still got your back
I
a track
Here's something for an attack
I'd clash you with the clan
I'm the man, Here's the plan
Was never given anything by hand
No Silver Platter man
reversing
I stay forward keep it pushing that's for certain
By the end of next year im a cop a ghost
And if I don't the rapping gon get put on hold
So I
times got me Hating
Got me waiting
Why they kill another man
From the same gun that made by a man
Why they still keep
Hating revenge ain't a plan
Just a young boy
From an old city
Raised by a fake nun
And a cold hippie
Life's a bitch when you tell her whatcha want
But I got her like Chris,
carry guns till the sun dawn
Undressing all these little girls
Call it fun zones
When they come up in your front door
I hope you ready now
To unlocking
I got the vision complimented by the bars I’m spittin
Smart decisions, they come and they go like one night stands
These people love it when I vent, I
of y'all cats
Don't know about the infamous COINTELPRO (shit)
G-Men, government hitmen
Directed by Director J. Edgar Hoover and his hitmen
Political
this is us i dont fight I don't cuss
Money was made by the government
But says in god we trust
Forget the love i want the lust
Bank accounts with
When I spit it you stunned
If I pull up just run
Or you facing the gun
Who can beat my father's son?
No one
Listen up motherfucker, we on our way
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