You feed of the ones that go unto you. Finding the ones that are sacred to you And killing the souls and fighting the dead. We are the ones the coming
lie Survivors' guilt In us forevermore 15 candles Redeemers of this world Dwell in hypocrisy: "How were we supposed to know" 4 pink ones 9 blue ones 2 black ones
Survivors' guilt In us forevermore 15 candles Redeemers of this world Dwell in hypocrisy: "How were we supposed to know" 4 pink ones 9 blue ones 2 black ones
s Go We used to ditch school and head straight up to the mall Just so we can be the first ones with em on Returned to school by lunchtime, like "Nigga
nobody, until one motha fucka fuck with em And then all hell break loose Hook (2) Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones that get killed
fiends numb from coke, I guess so Cause now with paper, shit is still ghetto But fuck it black, you livin your life, though your loved ones Peace to
What I need a hooker for, gettin' head from And I fear when New Year's come, cuz it might be the year A good nigga die cuz when you good life ain't fair
From solid land to shallow From ocean to link the rap shall be felt Once the god takes shape Invisible Form The earth is yes seen change Or can straight kill
some you get blessed over Bums they straight come from under? I told you, That I would die for my loved ones Kill for my blood ones beside a cousin Together
and Hell Don't even bother me Ever since eleven and twelve I've been that prodigy Though life has never been Swell Somewhere there's gotta be Where a good
heaven and Hell Don't even bother me Ever since eleven and twelve I've been that prodigy Though life has never been Swell Somewhere there's gotta be Where a good
t need weaponry Just because of your felonies Consider this at least I got everybody sweating me Homies streets is people who won't rest unless I rest in peace Killed
ones spun ones anyone I want someone anyone Fat ones whacked ones give me some I want someone anyone Spend some rent one lend me one Fun ones dumb ones gypsy chicks on rocks Done ones
m truly high, red-eyed for the red-eye flight Five hours, eight drinks, I rode all night, shit Everyday, every night's a saloon Crime blitty, good bottle
: Hook: There's no escape from the ones who harassin' The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin
: (feat. Killa Hoe, Da Misses, Chopah, Lunasicc) [Killa Hoe] Yes, motherfuckers yet you have entered the psycho ward where the X-Raided lays his head
fuck a man with a badge, cause he aint shit to a man on the edge. the 5-0 killed naud he cooked all day, man u would?ve thought they killed cornbread,
haters wanna grill me But fuck that, I'm bout my money if it kills me And I'm up to no good Ayyy I wish a muhfucka would Dis da A-town, Cum into my hood