Lyrics:
yard
Yep I had a murder charge, spent half my life on
Probation
I ain't saying do the same, homie get your education
Better keep your credit
clique's lookin lavish in upscale casino style
Flexin muscles like a Gotti trial
Yellow case get shook by the court with the judge
You should know a pimp,
don't know, the love I have for you!
[Forte' - 2nd Verse]
Mommy, I keep my name on your brain like Missy
With The Rain, I'm from
sanity
[ CHORUS: D-Ruff ]
All I want is my sanity
Although it might seem I'm goin insane
[ VERSE 2: Raydog ]
I wake up every morning, nigga, get up
But
laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars
get it
If it's what you need nigga we can committed
If it's standing in your way nigga split it split it
And if it's real take it down with ya
Verse 2
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about
You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under
[Prevail]
I scuffle its been a hustle a murder like Fargo
Walk the world over with eight of their cargo
Compose in 24 channels circuit panels
yard
Yep I had a murder charge, spent half my life on
Probation
I ain't saying do the same, homie get your education
Better keep your credit
mouth
Thuggin her out, love don't live in this house
I'm talkin sex, money, murder ma that's all I'm about
You better grab her by the hair, slap her ass
Ghidra has arrived, you guys could take five
By the time it's over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, I'm tellin' you, you better off
Then up against
for murder
Mass destruction, discussions unheard of
Fuck the script, I feel the pow's in and out of town
And now it's on-a, just from city, to 300
sheilds and vests laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new
my loses
It's all about murder right
Fuckin' with these Cleveland bosses
We flossin'
Ya get paranoid
'cause me and my boys
Makin' noise
Shuttin'
(Star wars)
Gun shots, dead opp - it’s not me, my choppa cool (Pow pow)
If you wanna know my method, there’s another killing tool (Murder)
More life for
doing growing up
I be making these songs and girls by the sun
Now the girls look at me and they couldn’t give a fuck
Im Just a Young Boy
Im Just a Young
[Verso 1]
We are the murder, el MC que con líneas los acaba
Saca la pieza trascendental como Áfrika Bambaataa (Nigga)
Ya se los dije que mejor no
that motherfucker tho
fake friends lookin for ends i don’t fuck w those
two sides to mind i like to juxtapose
busting flows since i was 12 years old
my
This heart of glass
Broke again
I’ll mend it this time
Not again
That heart of stone
Won’t give in
It’s cold as murder
As hard as sin
I won’t mend
cookie dough ice cream, Ben and Jerry's
Please believe we came to get you up out of your seats
With that one two flip
Hit you with some new shit
Mic grip,
your throat
Choke nigga choke, I'm dope
Roll me up and smoke, on contact
Niggas react, and play me back
For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track
sound
Pussy like the ocean think his ass might drown
He forget his bitch whenever i come in town
He wanna take a bite yeah cake by the pound
He be
and make a preacher scream out Holy Shit!'
This niggas triple-six, but the reverse of it
Slaughter tracks sorta like the murders commited by Berkowitz
flow
The type that make you crumble up your rhymes and write a suicide note
Superior mind, I was designed by a god of some sort
To prey upon humans
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