Lyrics:
the spray of lead
count the bullet holes in your head
offspring sent out to cry
living mandatory suicide
suicide
holes burn deep in your chest
raked by
featherweight
Every day I do the same thang
It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene
Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz
Put a dead cat on the railroad tracks
When the wolf bains blooming by the tressle
And get the eyeball of a rooster
And the stones from a ditch
Yeah, it’s another late one
Or early one, should I say
Keep the KK rolled t-G-O-D
Gangstas don’t sleep
Yeah, man I don’t care let me
Talk my shit one
whips now
Drive by shoot from pole position
Shooting shots on intuition
Shooting blind like superstition
Still can't make you see the vision
If you were
bled from all of the pain
They left me for dead, I might need a med, I should've just fled, now I got stains yeah
I resurrected like Lazarus right by
coroner gon' pick 'em up
Breaking news gang, nigga, put your trigger finger up
Yeah, all my niggas throwed off
Drive by, shoot your doors off
Turn your
dead but willing
Save the saved
For the ones who prayed
Save the saved
For our Rock
Weigh the strength of man by his need for malice
The strongest
or FED time
I'm lookin', I'm ahead now
right now, get 'em dead straight
Drive-bys in broad day, yeah, that's what they all say
A true trap nigga
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
when I aim you say bye-bye
Yo' family sad you got killed in a drive-by
And to you ones that be talking all that yang,yang
What you gon' do
When that
known us my heart been skipping
I lost religion, my nine ain't perfect
A star is born, sometimes a drive-by needed
My baby mama paid the bills, I ain't
pon e spot Bwoy weh we come fah Daag. Nuff gyal deh yah But a nuff gun deh yah which Bwoy wah dead inna the Sunday yah gi dem a Drive By inna
on Red-bull
Dead tears, I got dead tears, fucked by a goth chick
Let me see, all I fucking see is red tear goths
No sleep, I'm so fucked up, blood red coughs
Right in front of me.
I know a kid named K
He's a MD.
Last time I heard
Yo, was getting real friendly.
Belly to belly and
Chest to chest
Thigh by
As I was driving home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bumming all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out:
Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh
Terror builds at the thought of being dead
Prophecy of the wise men of old
Now comes true,
Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh
Terror builds, at the thought of being dead
Prophecy of the wisemen of old
Now comes true,
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
We don't wanna hear no love music
Told her play sum I can trap to
I'm on the parkway and I'm jamming Gucci
I got a 4way in a Wal-Mart bag
I made 10
the band
We're the band, we're the band, we're the band
Phone calls made, expenses paid, we hit AC by eight
Our agent and the owner man snapped, "You know
fi all a dem fear Addi
Any man weh move when di rifle claat is
A walking dead in front ah mi
Yeah a m16 me a beat, anuh matic a clap
Di bushmaster
The streets are deathrow
I just murdered a man
I'm even more stressed wearin' a vest
Hopin' that they're aimin' at my chest
Much too young to bite the bullet
can be the be baby lifter
I can take him bounce like tigger, go to Coney Island win a teddy
And be back by dinner"
Janet nodding, Janet shaking,
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