Lyrics:
search the desert for a treasure
And a measure of life denied
I'm driven by cars and guitars and her voice
Ripping up and down my spine
And now I'm
Chicago we can show you
That these killers die
We piss the police off so bad
They don't even try
Day to day life just for us
So we just getting by
Stunna
We
guerillas, and stone cold killers
It seems that every night, you get to hear the fireworks
As much as I hate, to see my people die or hurt
It's just
Can we wake and be fine?
Have we still got time to wake and be fine??"
Villians on the creep and killers in the crowd are carving apart our
by, we get killed for a side eye
Twelve demand respect or else they killin' 'til we all die
But not mines, we ain't small fries, yeah
See one of my
You can hear it
In my lyrics yeah
Niggas running out of lyrics
cnd nitpicks with silly gimmicks yeah
Bullies tryna
Ride my wave yeah
Killer with
you playin' the victim (Fuckin' ho, you fraud!)
So imma keep it by my side just for safety no killer (He not)
Rev ya engines we a threat so we gotta
personality is made up
How history's written by winners
But if you think about it
It's all hookers and sinners and killers
A thousand tattoos
Can't kill
'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
killer verse
before high noon
Followed by the spot, zoom lens, ghetto peepers singin my tune
They say I'ma die soon, livin without time, sketchin my outline
(It's
Where are all of the people supposed to escape to
When the noise of the world gets so awfully loud
Dark people and places and serial killers
The war
Hey, demon killer everyday, that's just how we do it
Bible Blicky stay right by my side, ain't no option to it
Word of God, fill me up, I need some holy
Cold killer steppers 'round me nameless
Dog killin', NBA ain't no 'tainment
Sippin' drank meetin' 'bout the case
Buy the smoke by the block if it's
""Who is this man who for me is unknown Who forces me to go such a hard way I am covered with snow beaten by rain I am wet through by dew & death I
a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him
California is the place to be
When you're alone in the world and you wanna be free
Up in the hills or down by the sea
Deep in the canyons where
niggas walk down they ain’t doing drive by’s
Use to tell a nigga stay safe now it’s stay dangerous at all times
Gotta watch who you call yo brother if
wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Song knockin on hoe's answerin machine, uhh
True baller, bitch page might call
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
really said You're gonna die so don't get into trouble (Get your affairs in order) Don't be a stone-cold killer Because it kills you
You have your
LL, hold up
Whos that, new act
See me wid the killer
Man i'm on another new track
CK, hold up
Whos that, bossman
See me coming through
I’m wid
the guts out but to become a serial killer without a doubt all you need is about
Chorus
3rd Verse
The third was a rabbi walking by I hit him with a blade
dudes should offer forgiveness
'cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killers
in Newyork I'm the realest
predicted by fortune
He's young, he's inexperienced
The echoes of anarchy have come to his head, bringing him reasons to fight
This night he will probably die by
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