Lyrics:
Phragm, God damn, somebody got lost, here I am, whose the boss?
Verbal floss (floss) if you know what's best for you
When they rescue, BD Buck shot
breath control
[Buckshot]
If I said it once, I'll say it again
When all them punk niggas think they ready to spin
Step up, and you can get your melon
If some of ya'll never been down south too much
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this
So that you'll understand what I'm talkin' about
Down
this Wesson
I'm a empty the clip on my weapon
If a playa hater want to keep on stressin'
Murder mo, murder mo
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again
Time, I've been passing time
Watching trains go by.
All of my life,
Lying on the sand watching seabirds fly.
Wishing there would be
Someone
Ladies and gentelmen of the jury
Step right up and see the freak
We caught him red handed down by the morgue
Where he sleeps
And if you think that
loved you more
It took me by surprise I must say
When I found out yesterday
Don't you know that I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Do you want to crawl like a maggot?
Inch by inch
Or move like a swallow?
Up in the air on spread wings
There's something about the way
they're
My friends and I we share the same goals
I've had the same goals since I was 16
We've got the same kind if fighter soul
Come and look, it burns
if i paint a picture of the days gone by i could tell a story minus the truth,
it's the only way i couldn't walk a meter in your shoes you'll see,
take you over
Don't matter if you're drunk or sober
Got you entranced like Indian dancing cobra's
Our melodies are solar so you can see the light
Our
To see a pack of rednecks straight from 1905
Could tell by the clothes thery wore and their broken grammar
That I was the main event of a lynching in
Closed my eyes by a violent river filled
With thoughts that left me shiver
Longed for a land to be delivered
Where the young don't catch the ship
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
song is custom-made
And always played by hand
The music's really simple,
There are tunes that you can sing
And there's lots of lovely pictures
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
chopper
I'm the southerns finest, rewind this
And see if your shit can call me your highness
You can't find this no where else but the south
I love ducking
Safetys come off
Tight situations when niggas run off
Done off
When da guns go off, pow
We about to light shit up
Quicker than cops write shit up
If
the bomb and my shit's boomin
I'm leavin' your room in, no space
If you want to make a mistake, get up in my face
Talkin' about, yo I gotta be off
Pause,
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live
the memories from our past
Keep on hitting strike by strike
And even in the darkest tunnel
I will always see a light
If there is somehow you can see it
I know the pain would not be here to stay
If I could only fool myself maybe, baby,
[Chorus]
That I won't cry, I'm moving on.
Well, well.
I
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