Lyrics:
Bout drinkin whiskey
Take it out by the town
I'm drinkin whiskey
I be sippin on that bourbon
Got that whiskey
I be drinkin on that bullet
Got that
Crowism jewish and Spanish people
Will by default face these
Consequences too when
The Fourth Reich takes off, Wops
And Spics will face
Segregation for
crows
Said I french inhale a smoke ring
As I'm thinkin' to myself
I see some legs that are kickin' from across the room
Said I want you for myself
I
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
home keep following the crows
Stay by my side i've been dying my whole life
Crow going to make you scared make you believe its all a game
Make a play
you past the curtain
Just wish I could take every person
Bourbon, bourbon, bridge the gap
Found my way through ancient maps
Taking your weights
got out the 30 ought 6
No more fists or his bad mouth a hurtin
Bang bang bang, there's bullets in his bourbon
He said “what in the hell did you just
so we give them exactly what they need
A bullet of sweat, and a bullet of blood, and a bullet of tears that were cried for you and me
And we ain't
mean that someone gone die
That mean that someone gone die
Is it gone be you or I?
I saw the crows in the sky
I saw the crows flying high
That mean that
You know, sometimes
Sometimes, you just feel like flying away
Flying far, far away
Reaching for my hip it's done, game over i think i won
You
overhead
Single bullet left
“Any last requests?”
Ten black crows circled overhead
“Any final words?”
Is what the townsmen said
“Take him down
getting rich
I'm a black crow, kill a mockingbird, call me finch
Yeah they know me by the crow, but they don't know me like before
They just know for my
gon shoot, murder murder murder who
Crow gonna come for you
More tricks up my sleeve than a maverick
Murder in the tavern
Bullets make ya dance
When
(Ohh, take a bullet for you, on my life)
Put that on my life
I would die for you baby, no lie
If they came shootin' baby just know
I would take
through penance)
Tap bal dekhi hil gayile asanwa
(Shiva was moved by all the hardships Chandrachoond took upon himself)
Pragat hue tripurari
(Appeared
that sink for a second, Better yet you can buy and collect'm
Jim Crow 2.0 Program Counter Intelligence
I'm from South Carolina
Cross fires and rebels
don’t add up
West as the crows go
Beast from the East coast
It’s all G
We got good smoke
She don't take no for an answer
It don't take long to man up
He
(Ooh, take a bullet for you, on my life)
Put that on my life
I would die for you baby no lie
If they came shootin' baby, just know
I would take
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
a nutty, fifty one fifty bout this money
Leave you in critical, dyin tryin to take it from me
Money don't make the man, man make the money
But I swear that
spoil your mans, make him mine
Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon
Ain't no
Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane
Niggas take my name in vain like I was cocaine
My affirmations kill emcees like assassination
Bringin' you pain
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