Lyrics:
Going out nigga
Big guns and sharp knives
Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time (I'm going out)
Like fights with the brass knuckles
look at me I wish I was her
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
These days when I see you
You make it
Descending on a forming crowd of sullen eyes hiding knives
Spinning out around around
Their looking twice and slowing down
I really doubt i'll make out alive
Oh let's lie down for another night
I'll hold you close under these skies
Your brother's in the basement doing hot knives
Your brother's in
try
Our worlds are cut with knives
Our worlds are cut with knives
So give me just one more chance
And ill try the best I can
Your eyes are cold as ice
(Intro)
Yeah what up Reh Dogg one more time for yall. No what I'm saying?
Let's talk about these knives and guns, because you know I'm the ruler
Know
Go get your guns and your switchblade knives
And cut it up
Kill the ones who speak if they speak of us
'Cause they'll never really tame us
Go
A flock of knives cut the sky
And buried in my black eyes
And the clouds they bled in my head
And autumn rain soaked the dry beds
[Chorus]
out poppin'
Bro just stop it
Pray more life for the guys with knives cause there ain't no stoppin'
You know that's honest
Smoke more trees than
the Prats
I'm speaking the facts
Straps leave you leaking like taps
Believe it it's that, So don't get capped
We went from fist fights to knives
To holes in
Don’t scream!
Dream!
Please scream!
Please scream!
7 knives
7 souls to steal
7 eyes
7 wounds won’t heal
7 knives
7 scabs to peel
7 lives
7 tombs to seal
We don’t fight we bring our guns and knives
(Pew pew, pew)
Shooter by my side will take your life yeah
Yeah yeah
I beat that pussy beat it up all
Ride out
Trapped in my head run through the kitchen with some knifes out
Lost at the function I question life that's cos I'm high now
Wasting my time
skies, knives to throat here (throat here)
They're living a lie (lie)
They seem to be forget it, all us
Under skies, we'll be forging
Yeah
Under
life
War and strife
Guns and knives
Many bad things made to
End our lives
But we survive
With Jah light
I call out to sisters
Suffering in Babylon
And a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
I'm a ghost dodging bullets
In all of these alleys
Just looking for
And a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
I'm a ghost dodging bullets
In all of these alleys
Just looking for
I want you to know
He's not coming back
Look into my mouth
I'm not coming back
So knives out
Cut him up
Don't look down
Shove it in your
I want you to know
He's not coming back
Look into my mouth
I'm not coming back
So knives out
Cut him up
Don't look down
Shove it in your
around it
High infidelity
Put on your headphones and burn my city
Your picket fence is sharp as knives
I was dancing around, dancing around it
Do
a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain
Ignite, blowin' the mic to Arabian heights
As I
I might snatch up your wife, this the Passion of Christ
I might smash on a dyke, then I stab her with knives
Taking all these drugs it's not
Show me yours, I'll show you mine
Show me where the devils hide
And I'll kill them, I'll kill them with knives
Just for your peace and quiet.
Pain is
your kids, the walls won’t go
It’s not Berlin or Jericho
Baby, your shoulder’s better than knives
Your shoulder’s better than knives
Your shoulder’s
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