Lyrics:
I gotta tell, he gave me hope when I went through hell
Devil killed my mum at 13, Ringo I had to learn myself
Kicked me to the curb twice by family
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
best ta pray we don't
Find out where ya stay, lookin at my momma through a glass window
Up in L.A. before it was called South Central
Makin
(Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up)
Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than
the fallen ones fallen ones
Picked up by the scythe ones
Time is up it ain't enough
I feel the pain in them
So afraid of the nothingness
Afraid of the void
balm is a thing of another life
Yeah, we'll be fine. Gotta pay expenses by
Having all our dignity, in terms of money hidden in plain sight
Traffic's not
FAMILIES FEELING THE LOSS
THE PAIN'S TOO HARD TO BEAR
FOR MY FALLEN SOLDIERS, I PUT MY RIGHT FIST IN THE AIR
THROUGH MUSIC WE SHED OUR TEARS
COZ WE'RE STILL
hate for every thing I say
But it goes to show, intolerance of thought radiates
Republicans are p-s, the Democrats are c-s
Yet somehow both parties still
you're pushin' harder to it
the game was changed when the bullshit was brought here
our sets are fallin' now they live in love
we got five bucks or four
and every night we see at least one fight
Hookin up with my fellow Westside cliques
Not together mush
but when are we strapped through and rug cutters
Just
you can pull up the grub
Damn, it's cold as shit
Where are we goin' in from?
Boss said he'd let us in through this door
Well, where is he?
He
song
Nigga, I'd rather juggle a couple of chainsaws
Or run through hell with a pair of gasoline Hanes on
I'm a star but not on some I wanna be a star
best ta pray we don't
Find out where ya stay, lookin at my momma through a glass window
Up in L.A. before it was called South Central
Makin
crew's slow as molasses
While I amass cream like Jackie Kennedy Onassis
Ah ah ah ah
Refugee P.R.T. connect
New Jersey, this is how we
many faces in this mask of lies
Blinded by the promises and the life in pain
Now the time has come for all of us to rise
Through the fires of hell
keep up we way to deep Bruh 6 foot burnouts all in the street Bruh!! It’s What-U-Need double R YOU SEE THE VEST!
Love by few hated by many but all
slide
R.I.P To fallen soldiers u don't know how much cried
I'm really hoping u ain't lying when it's time for a ride
U know Bflowa on a hunt but nigga
who’ll die alone
We’re the fallen with their wings clipped
The devils of the day
Locked out of heaven to this hell
Three fifths of angels cast away
But we
this man (Hell Rell)
Lemme hear a hook on this
Hook
J.R. Writer:
It's kinda hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio, you're now tuned in
was taken by that snake in the grass
Should of stuck the nigga fast
Yeah, that motherfucking snake in the grass
We dropped our guards and he got
"id "ttention, dusting off "n Artif"cts CD,
Art of r"p from R"kim w"s supreme,
P"rents seen "nd were worried Iʼd be e"ten by the streets,
On the wrong side
learned how to swim and
i learned how to move-so
be cool
cool
s h o o t f r o m t h e h i p
oh yeah
shoot from the hip
take a trip to hell
and back
heave
enslave the children
Kill their men and take their women
Heavens choked by fire and smoke
Rain upon the oath we broke
Heaven or Hell, no one can tell
Where
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