Lyrics:
Lyrics are furious
I reign imperious
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me son, I'm dead serious
Streets personify me
Like heat I keep beside me
Either I be,
le Fournier, son of the Major, was the second one,
His horse fell on top of him, the wounds were too serious to be cured.
One by one the thirteen died,
Cliqued up
Whole time you be paying Niggas
Repping tribe til the day i die
I'm dead serious iaint playing Nigga
You dumb as fuck ain't no clique Like us
your head
Or a little mistake
You can turn up dead
So young and so cold
Alone in this endless war
Everyone's surrounded by shots
Rage and fear will
Everyday I get up outta my bed might be the last I see
I keep barely hanging on by a thread
But I'll keep hanging til the day that I'm dead
I think I know
blind with the gold
You serious? Sorry to seem appalled
But i sense a lil stupid with what you just told, blind with the gold
I mean its crazy to think
serious
And about her I go red dot, period
They was running game so I put
'em at a dead stop now it's just my day ones
Tighter than a dreadlock
Think they
room in Hell -
The Dead they walk today
The Hero's back in action!
He's packin’ serious heat!
Picking off the stenches
Up and down the street
He's
nigga, Salute!
Chorus:
Holdin it down ----> Billy Danze
Phony ass rappers ----> Guru
Dead serious ----> ??
Finish em ----> Lil' Fame
(Is this hiphop)
to bore me and harm me
So what you got an army? You're all washed up like laundry
It's Lord Finesse, the rap phenomenom
I take this more serious
of bills
With bat wings, is hovering just beside her
They're bound together by a narrow wishbone
Beneath it rests a large bowl full
Of some indistinct fruit
fun
Females - I need more than one
Straight up and down on the serious tip
I ain't with no relationship
It may sound like a diss but believe me it's
fun
Females - I need more than one
Straight up and down on the serious tip
I ain't with no relationship
It may sound like a diss but believe me it's
crook? Spare me
I got some serious faults, enslaving women in mysterious vaults
Craving sadistic assaults, bathing your slit wrist in salt
Shove an ice
serious writing these lyrics
about rappers and dead bodies, I'm holdin they spirits
waitin on payment
[Z-Man - chorus]
[Z-Man]
hangin the wax, relaxin is
are capital M's (Mareko Siiiide)
Mareko dropping lines like a fisherman
You'd swear my pads are possessed by the mind of Spike Milligan
Bad jelly
Yeah, shit's serious, man
Word, ay Craven what up?
Let's get to this money, man
Let's get to this greatness
For real, know we the specialists, man
We
hide
My roses and violets are dead
Ripped up the roots from their own bed
Is it just me or are we serious?
Do we love the things that might kill us?
Go
And I can't go outside any time of day
Soon as I'm revived, thoughts take flight
Sometimes I'm dead inside, sometimes I'm out of sight
Knives
but she loves Agatha Christie
She's dead serious about her family history
But she made me promise that I'd never hurt her
She looked so suspicious
strapped in they house, got a dick, look like a dyke crib
Take three if it was pink, but I take two if it's a white pill
I can tell if that PT fake by
die,
I know my ten commandments,
I take it very serious,
I still got my rosary,
And I'll be (?) it,
Know death happens,
But fuck it, I'm still fearin'
catching hernias
'cause yo, I take it serious
My sneaky dad dropped all his money in Nigeria
Every Puerto Rican here be yellin', "Please annex us!"
"Oh, are
And lose all individualism
Well this is happiness, masochistic torture, plagued by the decadent, craved for affection
The needle digs deep to push
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