Lyrics:
whom I'll never shall see'n more
But to and fro in my dreams I go And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in
to hell
In an old bucket fuck it yo it ain't hard to tell
That we got this party on smash
Now we gonna put you on blast
Written in my shit list you dead
shooting up M.U.N
Now, let's have some fun
Let's get things started by setting something straight
Nobody'll care about y'all just 'cause you sound like
y'all winning when we spinning gave yo block the belt
Lying to these hoes mane all you niggas hell
I catch his ass
Gun him down this FN'n won't jam i bet
spirits
Why we live the way we live
Why the fuck you killin' kids
Why my son got sickle cell n
Why his older siblings dead
Why put me in these conditions
me now
Snake hoes n niggas too wanna be me now
Rap by lonely, everybody else needa crowd
Been goin through pain for my people, i leave smile
Do it for
why you lookin' at these scrubs
Okay, okay
This the kinda love that would make me sit and pray
And these n****s want me dead, so I'm carryin' a flame
B E N K S
And you know you're rocking with the best
Nutten cyan test
Ready
Man start from nutten long before one pop supm
Now we lock straps by dozen
her
Know im dead wrong
You counterstraffin tryna get some kills
But bitch i deadzone
Nerd for real by myself im playin games bitch
But when im outside
if you're doubting me
If GZA's got the liquid sword, then I'm spittin' with the water gun
Flick of the tongue
Sending warning shots, don't be too slow
Gudugudu Mofi gbakan
Turale Fun Iru ojo eni
Otipe moti murale
Enitimba sheh kowa
Gun stage oh
Tokiki bade komokan Masope
Mo rape oh
Olamide bai biti
Struggle is where I'm from
The hustles what I've become
Ain't nothin' to be the one
I was twelve, runnin' away from my demons, pointin' the gun
What's
Cause I know you'll enjoy it
Hey! If I had fortune and fame
I'd have the whole world to blame
When I stole the heart of millions
A rock n roll idol
With
hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I
they were played by the fucking system still living in debt
So fuck that shit ima threat
Take that blindfold of your head
Too see the truth for what it
crucified;
He died and He was buried
Entombed in darkest night.
The third day rose victorious
cscended into Heav'n
Will one day come to judge us,
The living
tricks, when I fix the remix
I twist this disc with emphasis, since
dead presidents took residence, from dollars and cents
I got pull like Magneto
party
bust in a tomby i like arenecia yeah!
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you
Won't fight shit, F&N'll do the chokeslam
Gave unky that one shit
He did his coke dance
Dunking on yo bitch, Big Man
Did it with both hands
How typical,
the divinest
With track
Plus from the minus
Semantix your highness
Suppliers
With tunes
From the stars and moons
Gun slingers
Blowing up like balloons
For
rocks, like heavy metal
I'm comin out de dance wif de spliff of sensei
When I speak, big up Mack, L.O., and Malik
Like John Lennon, yes I'm I-see-M'n
For my G-pack niggas
Right, right
Shooting at cops nigga what
For my G-pack niggas
Fuck the police
N.Y.P.D. New York Pricks and Dicks
They
rocks, like heavy metal
I'm comin out de dance wif de spliff of sensei
When I speak, big up Mack, L.O., and Malik
Like John Lennon, yes I'm I-see-M'n
runnin' ya mouth
It ain't no doubt about these killers, if ya call em' they comin'
Gun shots at all the hot spots keep niggas runnin'
I'm at the bar
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