Lyrics:
the shimmy it's a bloodbath
Take off the top pop the opps like a quiz
Droppin down my pants she wanna see how big it is
I can't keep bitches I got way too much
Bottles pop out while he smoke
Hate we met, proud that we broke
Let them girls crowding me go
If they got something to show, let them show me
I don't
U can love me or hate, but u gonna decide
I ain't gon get mad or catch me in my feelings no crys
Got the lord by myself but ppl think I'm the devil
the extendos
Pop on a bitch, we gon make an example
If I don't fuck with you, like how you sound
32 shots, it gon end on the ground
Upping the game then we
can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too
So I know how part of you feels
Maybe you hate me
Maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me
Life goes
Of Change, Our Bloodbath
Gnash Down Our Teeth In Hate And Sing
Sing Revolution's Song
When They Say Die
Die For America
Power And Prejudice
Actions They Use
Bloodbath, I'm drowning in the bloodbath, Won't bring my head up to take it all to the
past
Tryna stack my bread up to where there ain't no coming
too easy to hate on this here
I added that season to steak with my dear
We so up getting harder to heard
Getting harder to hear
Lets pop out
They pop
can hate the opposition? (why?)
I do it by myself 'cause everybody snitching (I love you so much)
So called street niggas goin' all bad (y'all bad)
'll make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now
(Allahu akbar)
There's things I'm not accepting, there's things I'm not expecting
There's things I hate expressing, but here I go
Say my presence is
Quick to back down
[N] You ya whole crew ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Ya'll don't want none of this ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] And I hate ya'll
'll make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now
sighed) Rolled her eyes
I could tell by her tone
That I was going home alone
I wanna play pop punk, baby
I wanna play pop punk, baby
Bloody my fist up
Cuz I
All I do is spray, spew the hate while I fuel the flames
Who to blame for my screwed-up brain?
You could say, in the booth, I'm A-human A-to-the-K
are not convincin'
When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchman
Niggas get popped for instance, infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops,
Overflowin with hate, bullied to get raw like me
They constantly get picked on and shitted on like me
You'd probably get your head blown off by a kid like me
I
give this up
I will stand my ground and make my friends proud
By never ever giving this up
My girlfriend hates my snapbacks
And she hates my Neck Deep
'm done for the last time
I'm lying to myself again
I always say that
Now I'm on my way back here somehow
I should know by now
I'm just a long haired
there won't be no ho in us
They pop shit like they're gonna do shit but no one does
From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
We've changed
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
appreciate you, ma, I can tell by the way he hold you
He don't love you like I can love you, or squeeze you like I squeeze
I'll make your neck pop back
Yeah
Lost so many soldiers overseas
Over cheese
I was on my knees, and cowaiting by rain steady praying for the world to freeze
Little kid's gone,
I can see my old ho standing by the mile
Away from the do' just looking at me
Her best friend telling her to holla at me
She wanna say something
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