Lyrics:
pussy tight
When I dig in, I feel her bite
Angel by day demon by night
Like a devil in disguise
Devil in disguise
Devil in disguise
Bent over grabbin’
the madness
Three inches more
My hair is a forest
I don’t need none of
Y’alls violence
Check your time
Homie we timeless
Lay low for a while
And you’ll find
too anxious
Swerving in and out of hard times
I can’t think straight
Close to the suburbs
A full plate
A full tank
And I curved from my past ways
Rome
Wait I gotta set some shit straight
I used to live on section 8
Now my tennis court right by the lake
Wait my community came with a gate
Wait they
Swingin' with this here stud you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin'
The violations and injustices against them
Abhorrent actions by their government
The FBI, Military and The Vigilantes
On a cold-blooded, red skinned hunt
Three
my brave arm
Break apart a fake heart
Cold got the blood thick
Infected by the love sick
Walk away with guarantees
Still might run the risk
Wonder
existence in this cosmic fight
Three-headed dead grandma with vulture claws
The Grim Reaper's cloak, shredded by the law
Giant Ratmen with swords made out
Pussy boy wanted beef with me over Galactic acquisition
Called his mistress over and put 10 inches on her forehead like Payton Manning
I'm a street
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
I’m with now
Ain’t no change in my style
I been living like this for a while
Crazy, I took me a mile
I was given only inches to determine how my life
of Beverly Beverly
[Lil Bing]
Two joints be smellay in my Cadi
Drivin badly ti Cali
Hastled by federalis
Drippin candy
Sippin brandy
Twenty inches look
and think
I lose myself in a cradle of a sadistic hate
I slowly shake
It rings in my blood, and I salivate
Like a chorus of cats in heat,
For
of girls bent you raped Bell Bottom Tim
This concluding a broadcast from here to the next millennium
Off you niggaz execution style ?
The prime
And before I could God
There we were one-two-three-four-five seconds
Her on the floor me on the floor
When she and I
Stared at each other
As we may have stared
Every soldier got a story to tell
I done been through it all
Don't ask the way I shoot 'cause I done shot (uggh)
Put a tank on my block
Fiend
covered by the blood homie
Walk into the enemies camp
Cause I was sent there to stomp and stamp
Out everything that is evil
And my orders come from your
London wey I know dey Osapa
I remember pretenders 31st of Decembers
That member this member all out to dismember you
The 70s bad blood like a bartender
In
I know my place:
Southern North American; I got my ways
Where they shoot motherfuckers execution-style in cold blood,
Right in the face
And they
execution because we could never be finished
Breaking news trying to find a target you in a funeral pursuit
They inscripted your name on those bullets lo
Every soldier got a story to tell
I done been through it all
Don't ask the way I shoot 'cause I done shot (uggh)
Put a tank on my block
Fiend
never be me
More than rims and inches, talking limbs and lynching's
Cut from the cloth of the cotton that my granny picked
Work like an amputee, ain't
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