Lyrics:
motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal,
break laws, give gauze when we break jaws
Findin flaws in stars and keep the even with the odds
In head-nods, from Spanish red-head broads
And stay Trump
I never looked behind me
Never saw the shadows smile
Never watched the red light warning
All I wanted was to be in touch with you.
Took
the 'Day of the Dead'
Comin' through wit the ooh just to paintcha down red
I said 'Unholy' you got scared
'cause the day I rolled around the world wasn't
friends by the screen through the red rye [?]
But me, I'm a soul left alone and I don't know where to go
And you don't feel safe around me
When I try
someone
They got hit and now they're gone
To me this game just don't seem fun
I hate this black top that I'm on
And I don't know what way to run
I just
body structure
Ready to rupture
At times I sat back to think again and again
How I broke the golden rule by doing business with friends
My mind traveled
check out of the game
Since you mention it well there's thirteen things I'll name
Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri waters
August 49 North
bring heat, it's so rough
Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff
Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff
Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough
see
If I feel he's gonna do some harm to me
Protectin' me, by any means necessary
In New Orleans, niggas killin' for less than a G
That's why it be,
nigga
What you think?
You thought I was playing games or something?
I see niggaz lookin' at me like I done beat up there momma
But we ain't got no
Originoo Gunn Clap you
And it's no doubt I keep your whole crew under pressure
Heltah Skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my sides by the stretcher
Ready to get
hand held killing machines
Steal dreams with the armored steel, guard your grill
Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville
Following Allah's
y'all some superstars)
Bitch, we some superstars
And we brought our own drank nigga, fuck the bar
Trying to keep a nigga game, straight up to par
All
wanna know who we are, (are y'all some superstars)
Bitch, we some superstars
And we brought our own drank nigga, fuck the bar
Trying to keep a nigga game
geht um Details
Moabit, hier in der Section, wo ich bleib'
Du siehst mich nur vorbei fahren, als wär' das ein Drive-by
Die Bullen wollen uns
Erase the moral of your mind
You steal for joy
Kill the others and prevail
Encaged brothers
The morons play their stupid game
Laugh while they suffer
at war
To do better than before
I promised and I swore
I'm too easy to ignore
And so hard to root for
So I rap to build rapport
Till you feel me in
Lates nights in the yo where I’m suppose to be
Lately I’ve been stressing damn I need to smoke some weed
Restricted by my life so much but now I’m finally
it's time for the war I never would run
It's beef in my hood niggas tryna throw hands I'm willing to fight I ain't ga get a gun
In the hood I'm respected
Lit whip, burnin' fire like the mantle core
This ain't something you want, you can't handle war
Yeah
They takin' pictures of us, paparazzi
I told that
scars
Everyday's a new battle
The album is when i'll go to war
Trust me
You don't need no trust
Funds got me till I'm basically 80
My accounts allows
should inspect the deck
Cause I know Ive been scarred
By the fake and the fraudulent
Made it through the maze of mistakes and my arguments
Punks had me
love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw all the fakes
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