Lyrics:
for peace
'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease
Street homicide, war, it's all the same
'Cause murder is murder by any name
Politicians
can see your breath hanging in the air
You see homeless people but you just don't care
It's a sea of smiles in which we'd be glad to drown
( kenny
I'd make a knife out of a notion
All at sea in an ocean of a emotion
I don't think it's funny no more
I don't think it's funny no more
Cracking up
I
Tasty cold limbs
I prefer my meat fresh
And i will rip your eyes
Piercing them with a butcher knife
Then cut them pieces by pieces
And feed them
Verse one: bushwick bill
I told you size wasn't shit
That's why I murdered your neices
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
Don't
I'm in a constant state of getting cut
So why don't I feel anything?
This is a violation
Maybe I forgot what it was like
Before it entered me
echelon, that's excellent
I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need
the ambulance
Sometimes I feel no one in this world understands us
But we don't care what people say
My niggas
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money
all say that they're real, I know that most aren't
Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart?
Come with me to another
no more
The man came home to take her life To cut her with a cold, gray knife
To lay her there with all the rest Blood and bones and faded dress
tormented soul
Old Bill grabbed a knife, cut off his left-hand finger and gave it to his lover But dead fingers don’t talk as much as you would think
No
around
With a fuckin' chain saw
Oh, no, he's gotta cut off me
Oh no no! Don't saw off me leg, don't saw off me arm"
When I go to the movies, you know
Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger
Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don't miss
Now I'm that razor that cuts
vicious circle
Trying to escape, break out
Playing with my knife until it cuts me
Giant walking, no more talking
In my way and one way out
Fighting me
I Said Make It Run
Well, I Ain't Got No Money
But I Got Me A Gun
I Said You Robbed Me Before
So I'm Robbing You Back
And If It Don't Put
turned the page
Fueled by the fire of a lovers rage
Now she's more than just leaving
[Chorus]
Love never hurt so bad
She bruised and betrayed she's
to do but doze), Yeah
(Whenever I get thirsty, there's nothing to do but drink),
{Life is no peculiar that it makes you stop and think},
Yes, life
to do but doze), Yeah
(Whenever I get thirsty, there's nothing to do but drink),
{Life is no peculiar that it makes you stop and think},
Yes, life
by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's
and pounds me down
Solitude becomes the weapon I use
A knife that cuts meand cuts me smooth
I got a new identity - I become my enemy
A big part of me so
this.
Her touch is warm, her heart is cold, she'll cut you like a knife.
But it don't matter what she is, cause I want her in my life.
This woman is
will cry
To wash away this, this mood
That I'm feeling
In the shadows cut from life
See the faces, as they roll on by
Should I laugh, should I
consider that
I'm, a weak seed, no, I'm the humble weed
Not feed to chewin' it , this spliff this tweed
Actin type of stylin', how do you spell it
Take
consider that
I'm, a weak seed, no, I'm the humble weed
Not feed to chewin' it , this spliff this tweed
Actin type of stylin', how do you spell it
Take
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