Lyrics:
loudly, they know we made it
Diamonds in the watch face so exfoliated
Pop an addy, go to work disassociated
Pop an addy, go berserk, getting carried away
Why do i see catastrophe
When im out inside in the streets
The evils bound to overtake
The weak ones who dont guard they 6
Fuck around & demons can take
dirt by bunches
and throw shit when I come like bitchable hood shit
I'm smoking bitches like a cigar
we are them nigga be putting bitches in back
to the motherfuckin',
One of the hardest lieutenants on the tank, Mystikal.
We was all born to be soldiers.
See, these evil thoughts,
They was scarred into our
evil
And the shriekin' horror by a single thing
That's the gifted will to leave
But know the silent line it breathes
So does odes to violent crimes
evil
And the shriekin' horror by a single thing
That's the gifted will to leave
But know the silent line it breathes
So does odes to violent crimes
Overcome, I ain't even got to swear
If you play this backward, you will hear the evil devil
Going nuts these adlibs
My mother was a witch with five
see me with Boy Better Know
I've got some sort of firearm in the pocket
So if I don't send for the bucky and pop it
Send for the taser
Put it on a pussy
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
through a, the daily basis
And um, shit I wouldn't want up changing
In general
Shit that I feel people should know
I mean, I ain’t get this
Microphone for
time keep ticking and going by everybody living their own life but i'm still stuck in my own mind and i feel like it's a gold mine gotta find that one
Yuh canʼt par par par with me
Evil forces a war with me
But none ah dem canʼt talk to me
When I reach the top
Everybody wan a piece ah this
God
but I do it so well
I'm half the reason these games even sell
Don't call me evil, I'm just out for myself!
"Don't get me started on Sonic
That hedgehog
wenn ich an Bord steppe
Take off, rain drops, cop iced-out Chains by Jacobs
Baguette-Kette wie Subway, kein Fernost-Schrott wie K-Pop
Diamonds hitten
(My phone go chirp)
(My phone go chirp) yeah, yeah, what's up?
(My phone go chirp)
(My phone go chirp) um, I'm still, I'm still recording
(My
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
outdone by the alpha
Proud but now about to meet my downfall
If I don't allow in the power of powers
Know that I'm bout to speak a little bit louder
No
at times get hard
If I was saved by the truth why would I ever flauge
I was feeling kinda cold & if I died i know you'll spit me out
Living water running
Shawty wanna lay by me
We live in a world full of evil
One reason I stick by my people
I told you I got me a plan, this for the fam
Run it up 'till we
looking Deebo
Fuck your mind they want you evil
Lock you up then where the key go
Bridge worlds to get walked on
I pop off they try to pop me
I hit
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping 'til I'm
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
with that, don't fuck with that
Rerock tucked inside his sock, he smokin', ain't sellin' that shit
Pop 'em, and we make 'em smell that bitch, the law
the art of hip hop
And most of them developed from the snap crackle and pop
The first was the usage of an actual band,
The second was a drum machine made by
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