Lyrics:
the back
but some how i made it out of that death trap
by tellin ghetto stories they called it gangsta rap
my legend is the one that got away
while my
to kill you 'cause of what they think you got
And the ambulance'll take longer if they think you shot
Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip
In
To the sounds of the underground
Move in tight
I take you on the run around
Being chased around
Stop to kiss you
On the higher ground
Looking down
Hello everyone
Put down the guns
As you notice by now your mind give birth to the illusion
That there a way out with the way we play the game
McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled
Doctor said, "McKinley, death is on the wall
Say it to me, if you got something to confess"
I heard all about
of death!
kneel down,
before i take u to hell, fall.
kneel down,
before i take u to hell
I born to hate,
born to kill,
you born to dead by my hands, I
my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all small fries
Yo, I'm
written
Imma make it to the top (the prophecy)
Fucking with me is a death sentence
Cus you can get popped (gun sound)
Some of y’all in a mental prison
The curtains climb to the ceiling, and the lights dim
All eyes on the miles of the shoes I tried to walk in
Maybe once too often, stalked by bitter
Orion's starry belt I glorify
The twinkle in my eyes dying wrinkles
In the sky forehead crinkles standing by switching like a Gemini
Ruby lips kiss the mask
rollin'
You could picture me holdin'
You could never picture me foldin'
Refuse to beholden to your racist image of a Black man
Kiss my entire colon
regulate the turf I stomp on
Everytime I see some I grabs me gun
Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from
Boom boom bang on I bust back,
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)
[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for one little kiss then Feleena goodbye
make the omens, get the gun
Watch the mortals blow they brains out
That was fun
That's why you grab one right
By the dream space
Make one scream until
If you want some you can get some
We can do it with the small or the big guns
Bout Whatever and whenever you
Want to do with this war shit we used
morals, they ain't got nothin' they live by (nothin')
Seen a fiend from 2005, said she still high
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, I was still fly
the dolce vita,
just me and my 9, chilling by mamacita
Limping with a slight lean like a tower of pizza
None other than, one cool brother may,
young gun
Bound by chains of fear and lust
She feeds upon your pain
Rising paranoia
Now your thoughts are not your own
Silently you raise the gun
Dark voices call
I'm dead
When they not looking Ima cut off they head
I'm the grim reaper with seven new features
I mean seven guns to kill sinning creatures
Let's get
the Face
Tell Death
The Devil said Hello
I'll shoot up the school
Worse than sandy hook
I'll be feared more than
Autistic kids have ever feared Books
ignorant when you chirpin'
(Huh?) pull up on your block and
Then I motherfuckin' burn it (Huh huh)
Rest in, peace they c'est la, vie
I like death, cause I
my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for,
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye.
to your love
I'm about to OD
Like my gun
Gotta keep you close to me
Girl, would you ride for me?
Girl, would you ride for a g?
(Ride For A G)
Ride for
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