I tought... I fall from the sky to you I tought... ...silence
Bonus Track (Instrumental)
Yeah! Termination Evacuation In god creation Lost this mission Follow me In cyper sleep, that you could be After pain Burn the flesh Burn to dust Touch
(Instrumental)
Shame Shame on me Shame on you Never lick my skin Between your legs so wet Torturing me They say that tonight is a cursed night Devoid of all light
Let the Blood Poor Out of the skies So our children can see our true corruption Let the streets ring out the screams of our filth For this is a cleansing
the leg man you can't even crawl off when that AK switch that automatic to spray everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray I got silences and
of my Black JesuS traps [Storm] Who's got the heart to stand beside me? I feel my enemies creepin up in silence Dark prayer, scream violence - demons
For suppressing and punishing my people I charge you with robery for robbing me of my history I charge you with false imprisonment for keeping me Trapped in the projects
amount of cream Run up on them all with the same problem solver Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What! [Chorus] Projects too hot
light would warm my icy hands. Any kin or family just an echo in my mind. Silence loudens tribulations that I left behind. Just then a beam of light projects
a distant fledgling nation. As we taxied out at Williamstown, you could smell the nerves in the Hercules, excitement and uncertainty, prestigious posting overseas. We deployed through the provinces, our project
, had it for breakfast today I've lost the perfection, a mess without words (And) As the seasons change I'll continue to ignore The image I project -
I am a multi millionaire So how is it I'm still the hardest nigga here I don't be in the project hallway Talking about how I be in the project allday
tell you why - why This nigga...why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga Cuz number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects With a -
AK is my heat, everyday in the street till I lay six feet QB, PJs, and we playin' for keeps Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto Four-fives with the hollows, silencers