Lyrics:
not Eightball
Don't make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall
Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle
I'm from the projects where
SEVIS Records Presents
The Alien Chronicles presented by Breal
Coming to you live from not America
Welcome to my world I am what they call an alien
nothin'
Need to get up off your butt and go get your own somethin'
I'm pullin' on my hair to keep from snappin' off
Fools ride up in my camp and be
the game
(it's just not the same)
Unless it's Gilla House, and Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them thangs
Live together and (pop the chain), know your
stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the, hell? What is that I smell?
No, it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill,
but I'm not really chasing mine
I soak it all up like a sitting fly
'Cause nowadays getting by, nothing more than an occasional meal and getting high
a right now generation murdered by the fan base
This is adored by the writers-Dead water
With a still force activated
No I'm not feelin' alright
Got me fucked up I won't trip about a hoe
I'm a young hustler
Lil Jay Black from Pompano 1800 block
That right there by the hole
I got Haitians who
My son, the time has come for you to make a big decision
Do you want to live the life of a down and out musician?
While your friends are clapping
arm, I'm real real slick
Can't put a tail on me, I drive too fast
Can't put tag on me, I smoke people ass
If you from the westside, nigga throw that
family in a brand new home
My kids is grown
And I'm still rocking on the microphone
People love me everywhere and I know why
It's not that I'm dope and my
listen backwards for meaning
'Cause I'm a stickman
I live with one dimension dead
Trying not to think too many moves ahead
I draw from memory
confines you
Break free from the dark
I'm not the only one
Who's been
Thinking the way I've been
Things got to change
If they don't we'll all be dead
to the breast
is what it did say
But he'll be better soon
He's in a hospital bed
But he'll never be better
He's already dead
I'm ten miles outside the city
from Osama Bin Laden
Lil' nigga he signed this shit (straight up)
I'm 4L Gang, if you reach for my chain
Then a nigga gon' die in this bitch (on God)
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach (yeah)
And I'm far from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
turn into a pep rally
Say she's from the hood but she live inside in the Valley now
Vacay'd in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali, mmm
Got your girl
'til I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet tain't being dead, it's my awful dread
of an icy grave that pains.
So I want you to swear that foul
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?
A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with it
to fuck with me nigga, ever
Super solid from day one
Never put myself in a compromised position, I'm a chess player
And if I did I'd just shoot my way
Bitch, you know the vibes
Got the city, got the bitty, got it goin' live
Not too friendly, got the semi when I'm with my guys
I got millis, so I might,
a twister
Get twisted with this
It seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but i try, to stay focused wide out
Lookin dead at the chips
I
of dead
And I came back
'Cause I'm not dead
I've lived a thousand lives
Ridden by my fears
I've struggled to survive
But now I've dried my tears
And I
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