. They pulled the trigger, but you put the gun in their hands. As the ex-lover rejects the thought of it ending and her cry, more a scream, breaks the
fly. They pulled the trigger, but you put the gun in their hands. As the ex-lover rejects the thought of it ending and her cry, more a scream, breaks
Nigga D took it there He thought it was a joke He went through like 20 G's and thought that I was broke, stupid That's what you get for thinkin and eventually
by surprise. Strengthen a journey, we would rather, snather, snatch a life, your still gonna pay the price, and they just might, go pick up a knife and slice. And
rocks and duckin from the sirens Greetin niggaz he loved with a pound, and a bear hug Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub A five percent
and paid for real, 'til I'm old and grey Pretty legs, of course, soft as clay Degrees, hot breeze in your hair all day, all day Engaged a lot, rockin
something else for me Another kill just as wicked But cheaper on the light bill It all starts with a thick rope Make a noose and I'm gone Stretch out
YOU HEAR MY DEMONSTRATION NOT BRAINWASHED INDOCTRINATION, GIVE US STRENGTH IN TRIBULATION KNOWS OUR THOUGHTS AND SITUATIONS, THERE'S ONE HOPE AND ONE SALVATION IT IS FOR OUR GENERATION, GOD IS HIGH FOR
for talk and blast with this And did it for nigga come back for something Because I'ma mad at these weapons right HERE And mamacita and gimme the heat
a gang retreat, stain them niggas, bang the heat Riot Pump, try it once And nigga you'll come back thanking me For snipers i got scopes and infa red
put language in zoos to observe caged thought And tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellect And motherfuckers think these are metaphors I speak what I see All words and
father did no gun, a noose and he hung My mom found him in the basement there as he swung At 5 years old what does that do to a kid Produced a maniac
a soul, the result, death by the bulk in a vault And spoke about the average lost permission That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision Like a plane
kinda hard for a fag to touch this So if you're comin' to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches And niggas, I dont' need a gun for you, none of
do they know really what he's thinkin and the plan is plotted out And morbid be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfecto's and I often search for
know really what he's thinkin and the plan is plotted out And morbid be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfecto's and I often search for profit
nuttin but Eat eat eat eat mc's, for lunch, breakfast Hey man they been playin me all my life man You know I won a title a couple a times did right No