Lyrics:
vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger
Watch the brains fly
Violent? Yeah you could call me that
Insane? You're on the right track
But turn the sounds up
So I can
Ayy, welcome to gun class, man
This the number one safety shit in America if you ask me
I'ma show you what to do if a nigga play with you
(For
call me thief and take from me
Shoot me in my back and Harlem shaking while you get the plea
Throwing pennies in my eye then ponder why I cannot see
I
your homies up in a box
My dudey bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops
I use to smoke shit a lot, if there's a guy by me say something
If you love
chose to be different when others fell in line
That's why you don't hear about the ones who kept trying
To fit in, a slave to the culture created by
believing, now your eyes pop
All you peeping Toms, with the Roshi, nosebleed
Missing out a legend in the making, cuz the genre's with me now
Round 1, and it
collabora-tion
[Chorus:]
Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Because is you down or are you down just
Cydel Young they feel me in Belgium
And when I die I'm going back
To the heavens I fell from i fell from
Back to the heavens I fell from
Cydel Young
I've ever met in my life
Told me ain't nothin free lord, everything got a price
Look a man in the eye, whether you're wrong or right
Keep them loud
on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two
defective
When the Goonies split forever?
‘Cause them niggas added Glu
(e) , then they couldn’t stick together!
Now you jokin’ in your rounds
Is how the fans
look in the mirror at the end of the day
You don't want my career
I got some people that write me like, "I wish you'd die like your momma did"
These
On that stage Ima look my momma in her eyes and say I made it
Bitch I got so many blues that nigga Mook ask if I'm racist
Got me speeding on the eway from
stone-facin' is on
You can admire, but don't look too long
I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'
It's hard to imagine picture me rollin'
I don't even need a pen do you really want more?
Hell no didn't think so
Might just dunk it from the free throw
Oh lord
Take a look in my eyes
Take
confront the error in your own lives or comfort you
Just because you walked with a few signs
Stop posing for pictures and open your eyes
Actually open your
nigga
I ought to make your daughter mother
Swallow her brothers and little sisters
I call you a little nigga
‘Cause when I look in your eyes
I could see
to strangers
They won't help you through
Only chance you got
When you hear those war dogs bark
Is to be one up on your brother
Like a blind man in the dark
look up you see strange clouds BOB
Littery
Branding me cleverly
Chance are you grabbing it ?
Dopeness is an athlete It runs in the family
Dem no
since before I was a teen
You had to pick a team for your identity
No other brothers in my school so it was left to me
I remember when a class mate first
me, the one and only
Big homie from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely
You need Jesus in your life, it's either that
Or y'all gon' make me put
of, 'cause it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes
of, 'cause it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes
righteousness
Know what I'm sayin'
A wise man told me evil was lurkin' and if you found it
Try your best to not put yourself around it
'Cuz when you in it
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