Lyrics:
spare not the hammer
I spare not the sword
This day will ring with my name
None have to chase me
Let he who will face me
Kill me or die by the sword
the ground
Hector's body dragged three times around
I will carry the torch to your funeral Pyre
I will ask of the wind to send high your fire
Hector's blood
The latest victim, a 35 year old man
Shot in the head
A masochist with an elaborate plan to get
A hammer and a banana clip
And smash your head and split it in
a nigga more for me bitch
but today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin love
where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood
wearin my black
a Veteran
Smoking on OG I use it as my medicine Yeah Yeah
I got the sauce
I got that drip I got that drip look How I walk
Totin' on Glocks extended clip call
Kill me down by the shore
I can feel it she is not here anymore
Hear my call it's born by the breeze
Tell me to where do I go?
I would beg,
run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with
Hammer in the draws, hammer in draws
And y'all ain't nothin' but nails in the wall
Bolsters, holsters empty like a muhfucka
Off my hip clip, empty like
Look, look
These niggas lied to me way back
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
above it, hang time
You’d think their building blocks by the way the have their hammer's out
Snitches call the cops?
They rather stand there with
to the trap
Yea im a dog
Can you pass me that hammer dog
Got three hoes just like santa clause
I might pop me an adirol
Zz that’s that zoe call
You aint up 26
that shit open
Like taking the d
Country hoe in her zone
It's the inches for me
Inches for me
Ten strong with a curve
Get up in the pussy
Make the pussy
ghadi nbano
Dayzin super fast bhalchi flash
Going up up
Step by step nigga none stop
Blama t3adeb 9areb choufa
Ghada dabab lflow dima m9awed
Dima chad
I'm possessed
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The game is a bitch, hold that down and rape her
Yes, I am a Blood, but I be wildin'
the check and hit the lights
Hit the lights baby, grab a cup and let's go
67 Inches tall with a flame in my soul
I can take it back to '92, daddy ain't home
roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me serve
Three inch, one inch, four inches dunno
He's a see-through playa on your radio
Douglas no less the ghost for me
Bun up your whole clique if you come
the turbo on!
TWO!
Ain't no stoppin'
'Til u're toppin'
What u've done before!
THREE!
U ain't stackin' digits
'Til u're droppin'
Sweat n' blood (no doubt!)
get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know
call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name
Ass out in the bleachers stay shittin'
The lioness and the cub are not the same body
Look! throughout nature it's the same thang
The female hosts the life, blessed by the male seed
Get real, you know
the weed spot, my pockets go broke
We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)
It's the four horsemen, call reinforcements
We ain't looking for
Chef... let's do it...
Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends
Actors, vixens, niggas put your kicks in
Blood money when we hawking,
recognize
'Cause you had blood on your face
And I had blood in my eyes
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same
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