Lyrics:
From the very bottom
No love for VILLAINS
All the HERUZ shot'em
Stacking up the millions
I need every dollar
I'm starting a collection
Only baddies in
in my nose, than quit bringin' my flows
Quit givin' me my ammo, can't you see why I'm so mean?
If y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my M.O.
I
Bombers got sisters brothers daddies and lonely mommas
Cryin, "oh my son, oh lord help my daughter
Calm the ragin seas, please fill the waters"
Readin
a ripe old age but all had gone to their long home
I felt a sense of loneliness of dread and of fear
To think of mom being buried in the darkness alone way
dead eyes
Hung upon the mantle, execute them all one by one
First I kill the father, then the mother. Ax the daughter, stab the son
Chunks of death,
and raised in Compton
We earned this shit, we learnt this shit
City used to be all white
Look how we turnt this shit
2pac turning in his grave from all
It's just Me against the world
Yeah I'm by Myself
Its me and my girl
I don't need no help
For someone Who's "irrelevant"
Y 'all give me lots
seventeen, in an all black suit
Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew
Giving half-heart apologies
For watching while they bottled me
Or running
Their living breathin gorders
Somebody's sons
Somebody's daughters
Bodies thrown in the garbage chutes
You're lying sweat behind those suits
American
in my nose, than quit bringin' my flows
Quit givin' me my ammo, can't you see why I'm so mean?
If y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my M.O.
I
I turned over to see the same look in your eye
So we took each other's hand
And we swore on our grave
We said all that we'd said saved
Would work
sons
All the daughters in the family, I'll slide for every one
Got my guys from different gangs, they rep that 5 on foenem son
Cause I don't play about
hopelessness is over
We'll soon be back on land
Wait! it walks upon the water
It calls us son and daughter
And takes us by the hand
Out upon the sea He leads us
sentiments
Conditioned from these richer men
We are all broken
We need freedom from the oligarchs
Freedom from the choking
Young girl wanderers
Lost in these
come but I'm here to stay
You should leave, run far away
Just leave, run far away
I wish I could come but I'm buried in this grave to stay, so please run
A mother's love, close enough to touch
A false front was all it was
A passion so fake, controlled by the play
On the darkest of days, the daughter
my kids and Ms. Cita, Lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her,
a shovel
By mid day the hole was big enough to put a body in
It's hard to dig a grave in the desert
He told me to stop around then
he followed me back inside
Never Again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter, Never Again leave our sons and daughters. Stripped of our culture, robbed of our names, raped
You lived peacefully
with your dear mom
Incoming tragedy
Foresaw by no one
Once you noticed changes
In your mom's behavior
Drug addiction altered
Her
bunnies
The game, will put niggas in they grave
Right before they part ways, with the street
I want a son to greet, every mornin'
Daughters and more
White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see
Found buried by the sea
The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica
We ride blue whales, you
the third
Who went by the nickname of Buddy
Led a life that tells a helluva story
But today is the day that it ends
He Was the only son of Peggy and Louis
burns the delta
Where the Sins of Angels lie
Buried in the gash of a winsome bride
Oh the air is chilled with ghosts
Yea the wind is thrilled to boast
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