Lyrics:
the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean
[Verse 3: Fam-Lay]
I stand on my block, the cam
the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean
[Verse 3: Fam-Lay]
I stand on my block, the cam
to find out its lost
You are the fire
Leading the dead to pride
We are the wound
Bleeding your days passed by
Everyones keeping check
on who breathes best?
(Verse 1) Shimmer’s not in heaven, Shimmer’s not in hell Shimmer’s in the Echoside as far as I can tell I feel her presents when I’m standing
tasted sweet – he had hardly time to eat
I was sure he’ll be home late – now I won’t hesitate!
Eene meene mainimo – one, two, three I have to go
Don’t
tasted sweet – he had hardly time to eat
I was sure he’ll be home late – now I won’t hesitate!
Eene meene mainimo – one, two, three I have to go
Don’t
By day five, you got lame guys
In the industry trying to take funds
Day six through to day eight
You got family now tryna placate
Cousins that you
in my Jeep listening to Fleetwood Mac parked out by the cliffside
Water rushed past
I reached for your call
It’s a wonder with the storm I had service
night you shook me
But I wasn't sleeping
You were afraid of the thunder
Ask me to come in the bedroom
Pulled me under the covers
Lose this number
You wait there every evening
Till the morning light
I saw you on the ceiling
How could I even fight?
I saw you in the morning
About 3:55
I asked you
me on my feet
But I don't wanna fuck things by sex
There's some other hoe in our bed
What are you take me for?
To hell with you, to hell with me
Together apart, married alone
It's hell on the heart lying in the dark
Trying not to let you hear the tears fall through the phone
This house is
head makes a soft ass
And never spoilt, feel me? word up
[Hook]
[Hell Razah]
We spend our lives in the ghetto
Enslaved by the plague of the devil
In
myself by now
Three years of picking up the pieces
I don't really need this
So I'm giving up
On fooling myself
That I'm so fucked in the head I can't tell
Yeah
Yeah man
In the streets
Surrounded by some thieves
We married to the game
My wife is fucking loitering
Got my goons, got'em
Silver spoons agh
on Second Ave.
Watching people as they pass by
But have you ever seen the gleam-It's a gleam
There's a gleam in Billy's eye
But nobody knows if he'll
believe in seeds, only the forms they find it
Feel like I'm waiting for transformations
I judge my art by my own impatience
And my manhood
How can I define
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
Hypocrites forget like marionettes strings in the back like nets
The chosen one who fuckin' laugh themselves to death
Lack of rhymes meaningless punch lines
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
One of the symptoms is you won't find help
It was a coincidence I even found myself
In the scrapples of this hell
My brother handled the cards he
don't float
Get griddled like a skillet I'm a killer blood soaked
Then I pray to the goat sucking blood from an infant
Gaped in three holes make you cum
tell you folks, we got a real problem with guns
In this country, we have people snapping
Almost twice, three, four, five times a year, right?
People
thousands,
Us in the gutter, make mothers cry by the thousands,
If they only knew how it is where we grew,
The things that we see,
They call us thugs and we
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