Lyrics:
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
still gettin' injured
NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!
And when we reach a hundred million cartridges
We ain't finished
Bitch
many wicked ways And they start on yo block (One) Label you my bitch (Two) I let you know (Three) Execution Drag you out yo do' Nobody to witness I call
by 4 inches
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
I did too much dirt to turn back now
I'm
roads blocked, no one knows when he knocks
As a kid he killed three pets of an attorney
So his child passion became a life long journey
Grew into
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
him right in the throat
Its a miracle he lived, even with a ventilator
But then again a miracle the same sort of way
That just 14 inches of cheap white
like they the big man on campus
To get rocked and is da big man on campus
His blood will be the pain and the ring will be the canvas
It's a masterpiece,
the sky above the North Pole
Opened by a bullet that was fired from the Grassy Knoll
D, JONAH:
Ripped out wide by the spray of the brain
And the blood
Hook:
(Sausa)
Gas in my tank yeah I’m putting on mileage
Dick in her guts you can tell by the eyelids
Super fly hoodie and my wrist got me blinded
day I was astonished to see, the young man Ivan attempt a rescue, foolishly
Three warnings followed by three attempts, and I dismembered him disposed in
fearing for their death
In a country so corrupt
My People finally standing up
For the future generations, just to have some better luck
Executions by
forgive me, driving tipsy
Thank you fo being wit me through that crash
Three inches to the left
Four inches to the right
No coincidence, there's a reason
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
eighty-four
The charlatans be insane
Give into a weighty war
Secrets, pursed lips
With initiation sips
Blood in, blood out
Put to rest in the crypts
From
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
come by me might end up on tanks
She could be light skin or she could be dark skin, just as long as that pussy come pink
See what I spit but I know they
still gettin' injured
NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!
And when we reach a hundred million cartridges
We ain't finished
Bitch
tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya life if you blink
Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause
We No Limit
stocks and just wash it through land
Need 5 money counters and 3 loyal niggas
It take me too long if I count this by hand
I mailed a 50 I'm hoping it land
Did you see it
Execution! Innocent blood betrayed
Hope is constricted, my breath stolen from my chest
Eli, Eli lema sabachthani
Suffocated
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
You're time is up
Three fifty in the studio
Bustin out tracks
Got Alize
Got Chandon to relax
Spot my bro
Ran through the door frantic
No need
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