Lyrics:
time had passed, beautifully told by my brand new glasses
You were catching me up, telling me what's up with your current band
I showed this demo Dinner
son learning to pull drive bys
Look I was just showing him how to shoot
Yeah mama
This morning I woke up
Had the bread on my agenda
Seen a million like
You dropped some of that cotton by your feet nigga
Oh you a slave huh, well I'ma street nigga
Level up before the streets get you, literally
Tiffany
and span
I ride 28 inches on my creepy black van
And you can catch me posted up down by the trailer park
I'm selling bootleg movies from noon to dark
But
of Stock
I hang myself while the stock markets crash
The city is covered in inches of muck
I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving
on the mic on the count of three
One, two, three
Now I'm a black brother that's out to succeed
So step aside as I take the lead
Sexy young ladies
Uh, yeah, the boy Extra
We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean?
It's the R-O-C, since 9-6, you know we get busy
Got the young lady
Im the type of nigga get a nigga type and then i smash them uh
Later on that day nigga found out ask me what happened uh
Only three inches in she say
My personality is cold, maybe I'm just vicious
But I'm building from these broken bridges
I'm grabbing all the money by the inches
But frankly I
Hook:
I'm Violent by Design
Verse 1:
There's violence in my history
Silence or your lips will bleed
Silencers and M16s
Try me and the triggers
shit
Yeah, yeah, shorty wan suck on my dick
Oh, oh, this ain't no jig, is a trick
Shit, shit, by the way I'm slinging this brick
Codeine straight to my
who hatin', blood on the Benjamins, I'm a gangsta
Pull up on the side of his vehicle tryna to spank 'em
Cookies by the onions, we plug 'em, the people
the swamp, in the deserts lizards sweat
A half a billion fives, two macs, and a ride
They call them [?] co-signed by kings in a rich [?]
Made me three mil
Uh, yeah, the boy Extra
We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean?
It's the R-O-C, since 9-6, you know we get busy
Got the young lady
It's time to feed the blood fever, use a saw or a butcher's cleaver
the black-eyed boy hangs by his feet
the scarlet draining out, from
at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
[Verse 3: SPM]
I dont give a fuck, cuz
We some hustlaz, friends we once was
Now I once blood, scratchin on my six
Thats somethin that a bitch'll do
I'll
pants
Sunday there's an old blood hound with
A opossum in a tree
Ladies come to see us singin'
In a three part harmony
Here come the Gator Boys
Luba, it was only the finest wine
Means or no means
Only the finest place to dine
Paris in the sixties you had three sons
Handsome husband by your
lady luck will hear my wish's
Instead of treatin me like a stranger
And Mr.Death plucks my people one by one
It's a cold world, and i'm one of the last
a nigga more for me bitch
but today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin love
where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood
wearin my black
musical way before rap
I did wanna be the tap dance kid
On Broadway, 42nd Street, legendary
Three-card Molly, Nasir drives a Harley now
FYI for your info
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
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