Lyrics:
done fell in love with a missile
I been taking drugs for the mental
Putting all my pain aside, no coincidental
I been by my lonely, looking for a better
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
and fuckin your hoes
Seen your man club bathroom soft stuff heron
Come out, loud talkin and shit, claimin he Don
Hope he know when he step outside baby it's
after nuclear war end
And this is your schools old ruins no more babies
Because the law that they passed at the UN
These the blueprints of the world they
swallowin' the pack, guess what, his heart stopped
It all happens in the hood, it never seems to stop
And even the good ones, get drugs planted by them dirty
weed
Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it
watched us
We was raised by the crack addicts
Mmm, raised by the drug dealers, killers, and the junkies (junkies)
Mama couldn't save us 'cause she had
like doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids walkin home from school, on drug blocks, missionaries
Pass out papers that read love god
I see
the skies
And a firework display by ballistic missiles
I got a sneeky feeling
That the poker's getting hot
Cos twice times bitten
And it's a third time
twenties like a billion where I'm from
An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become
CNN said I'd be dead by twenty one
Blackjack I just pulled in Aces
your mind in the manner that
The Almighty God has designed the human mind to do
Tug of war, in my mind's like a clash of the titans
Thoughts
to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
let the missiles rain on your parade
Cause my love is a soldier and my heart is a grenade
(kabloom!)
I'll bomb any platoon, just call me World War
paper while these niggas in the club
Kicking back up in this loft I been rolling up these drugs
If its war I have them shooters out there laying in your
thizzle,
Swig a grill of milk an start to whistle,
It's missile from the funk-nik,
I can't see it,
40 Water, you killin' me wit this cheap shit.
to war with her
peeps in ninety-one, stole a gun from her workers
And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
We blaze they place, long story, Glo seen my
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
squeezers
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin' like a pentagon
Strike with
to walk
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
to walk
Clear view, dark tints
Hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops
Niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
A fuck about the penalty
Who's the enemy, him or me?
The war on drugs will never stop
You understand that you hear me, Guiliani?
(Bravehearts, nigga
I worked for
Either that or be sentenced for a drug war
And many want to know why I've slowed up
It's either that or get fucked
Cause laws get
and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars
Living by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to take yours
As the young one, growing up broke me and my people
and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars
Living by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to take yours
As the young one, growing up broke me and my people
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