Lyrics:
When the screens says it's too late
No ones to blame but yourself
I want to but everything you've got
No hope now for the T.V. junk
24 hour
Searching for something more
Endless are the window patrols
Time wags its accusing finger
Time will cut you
Without distinction
In the eleventh hour
Cranked
the magazine
Where man kills wife and kids 'cause of a failed dream?
I think it's hot and: thanx a lot!
For the ten great shots of car crashes that now I got
good and had some bomb ass lips
The homies all used to say "Jimmy, you're fallin in love
Like doves, shacked why do we ??? you, we ain't smoke no guns
please don't try and wake me
Will anything but maybes infect my ears
I'd kill for you but you don't care
I'm cold and I'm hollow the barrel of a gun
(Di-Di-Di-Digital)
[Beretta 9 (RZA)]
Ayo, this I dedicate to niggas who bust guns
All my live niggas who sold Vamps and didn't +Run+
My juveniles wild to stay
savagery
Lives are uncounted for, let's even the score
Psychic thoughts of different mammals comin' up from the ocean's floor
Powerful gun sounds all
Imprisoned face to face in this strange artificial place
With free-wheeled criminals who carry knives and loaded guns
Aggravation's usual for
Full blown premonition gun down to solid ground
Free will can starve prestige
Disassemble mental structure and drops the weight to hide prosperity
Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello,
of our today?
yesterday I had it figured out
You were gonna be mine
Now you love me more than toast and less than a staple gun
(chorus)
Let's not blow it
the .44
What the fuck fo'?
Deep in my psychosis lives this ferocious monster
That just wants to crush, grab guns, squeeze triggas, bullets bust
Still can't
Man this world's going down the tubes
With gangs and guns and drug abuse
For the moment whatcha got to lose
Extend a hand, do what you can do
This is
(x3)
Straight from hell
Left for dead
A broken mess
Stabbed, molested with a gun
See the scars across my chest
I'm damaged baby
Yea you better run
Chorus
when Ricardo called the killers and they always ready
Nightmares for your fam 'bout them bullets in your belly
Image is everything, and skill is twice
of your friends
You'll beg for mercy
But it's never going to end.
[Chorus]
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho bitch
You try to leave
You'll find your
Every man should have the right to own a gun
Every man should have the right to shoot someone
Film stars and farmers still forcing opinions
Like
A man decides after seventy years,
That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door.
While those around him criticize and sleep...
And through
The rag over my face
If you ride wit' me you might end up in a police chase
I will not surrender
I don't recommend doing your Shit for you
You just
about my mother
You know you're wasting my time
I won't tell you that for fear of my life
I could never figure out
The gifts you bring me hours
is put to the test
Call attention to the masses panic button to the floor
Ready your troops for a holy fuckin war
Fight fire with fire and evil with
This gun is offed
His thought has gone
Good morning touch her
How time's flow
And all signs of madness
Struck by sadness
Burn in a fire above my
I was the driver for the drive-by of the neighbor's dog
Dad had always hated him so he said "Come on son,
"Get into the Vega now and I'll go get my
keys
I take them all Rolex, in the crew Bentley
With regional funds - to chat with young guns
What's the worst that could happen on a day like this?
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