Lyrics:
Say you'll be all we need
Heal our pain, fix all things
Those with guns are in charge
Write your checks while people starve
Paid to lie, death
I got a gun, you need to stand fo'
Fuck you bring yo man fo'?
S be the ghost, double R what
First come the hawk, then next be the toast
K
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
card was played
And the devil watched someone get paid
For the death of de la Cruz
Thirty years ago in the same damn spot
The people who ordered
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh
the girl that I love
So in anger, i challenged his right for the
Love of this maiden
Down went his hand for thе gun that he wore
My challengе was answered
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
(A$AP Rocky)
Mr. Frankenstein
Oh, Victor Frankenstein (ooh)
I'm Dr. Frankenstein
I'm out here saving lives
Igor by my side (ooh)
That's
He took the gun handle and broke the glass display
He emptied all of the trays and ran out the store
And I watched Tyrone bleed to death
kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for one little kiss then Feleena goodbye
A creature, monster, like the Loch Ness
I gets hotter by the tock, before I sizzle to death
I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec"
In the middle of the war,
wicked Felina, the girl that I loved
So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My
a doc, yes
A creature, monster, like the Loch Ness
I gets hotter by the tock
Before I sizzle to death
I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec"
In the middle
for the mountain of big guns
Death count, it's got you all surrounded now
Dubya-dubya-dubya, dot-six-six-six dot net
Fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya
Lots
Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
Regarding love, I'm a stranger
Death of a heart
Wedding night
Be by my side, burning man
Chrome jewels
Drowsy eyes
Proud women
Modern rapper
War
like a chisel in them cave walls
A thousand years later, they can break a voicemail
When death calls, won't answer to no one
Came up in this bitch by
the things
That I can't change
This is life or death
This requires rage
(Kids dead)
Left to rot in a fucking cage
(Hands up)
No gun, still a fucking grave
just let me ride
You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin motherfucker
Throw it up for the king of L.A
I'm known for makin bitches take they
Arabic first name
Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain
Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same
You flirt 'til she came
Nothin'
Let me be your thief star crossed on a blade
By the beating of wings and the din of the death of the day
Every drop I've spent for the omens we have
my Love Below by her Speakerbox
(The one, Katy Perry tried to kiss my wife)
And gave me dome and Katie's home, baby, this the life!
[Chorus]
blow la (Who) drove by
(Who) so high (Who) you know five
(Who) got louie kicks, like the checker board
(Who) will smack you, and check your broad
(Who)
morals, they ain't got nothin' they live by (nothin')
Seen a fiend from 2005, said she still high
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, I was still fly
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