Lyrics:
Sucking on the supply
That we rely on.
We rely too much on those around us,
Slowly surrounding us all, they pound us down,
Down! Never making a sound,
voice and tell the people treat us fair
Warring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us there
Out in the open all alone, I felt the coldest air
of love from above
Held by a thread, you start to feel numb
Running around in circles
Tryna supply the hurting
But it ain't fixing nothing
Finally you run
There's nothing in the air left to compare
To all of your passion and genius pain
You went driving in the rain
I'll never see you again
There was talk
straight out the trenches, with the sauce
Flooded out my neck and my wrists, Noah‘s ark
Patty with the face all yellow, el debarge
Touch down. Bus down.
white tee fresh out the store
This the real McCoy
You niggas is null and void
I really talk that talk, you boys just making noise
I can show you grown
singin' out of tune
As they sat and sang auld lang syne by the light
Of the moon
I heard the preacher bangin' on the drums
And I heard the police playin'
her and dined her
she ask me did I like her I said well kinda
all of a sudden she jumped out her seat
snatched me up by my wrist and took me out
Yo, it's Kang at two percent
Making the music that you can vent to
In your bedroom, or even at the venue
When you get it all up in your head
You
telling
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk
You took my heart, and you held it in your mouth
And
With the word, all my love came rushing out
And
Every whisper, it's the worst
Emptied out by
All hands on deck
All in the front all in the back just like that, like that
I'mma blow your mind, take it out on the floor like that, like that
slithered in they coil im laughing at you
Cause kill you niggas when I'm bored
We stepping on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love
or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Hey there sweet thing check out the scene
The makers of taste are all peachy and keen
The pace is of summer and the height is a climb
Now is
slide,
as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side).
Nate (Daz):
Do you remember back on the East Side?
Where all us niggas used to love
Couples making love in the shadows so entwined
Come get up from your bloody knees
We all know that you're just trying to please
From tall presidents
Ahnnnnn
Check out my grillz you know how it feel
Check out my bitches they looking to Kill
All of my niggas are willing to Kill
Hit by a bullet you
your childhood disappear
My love so strong in me
You were nineteen when you touched me
And my whole life rushed on by
Making love to you
Left me
in the air
So they say
Sense of nothing
Nothing makes sense
Death and taxes
Love your tax man
So that's the way
Law of the land, scum sucking maggots
splatter in the air
Jails electric chairs and pills
Nothing changed and never will
Misery and madness are still making victims
That point their blades
about you
I couldn't have lied
When like asked if I love ya
I can't deny the craving
That I wanna hug ya rub ya
Making you my heaven
Nothing above ya
Put
town all the time and don't accuse you of nothing
Picture me creepin with a chick on tour
When you love my son as if it was yours
I know at times you
out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning, look how late it gets
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light
And too much in love to say goodnight
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