Lyrics:
dem nuff
Sweep dem head like garbage and dust
Do doom doom doom
AR buss
Two by three gone without a fuss
Mi nuh inna no long chat
Squeeze that, Boom
motivate
Open your 3rd eye let it Elevate
Find your balance get your Craft straight
Always proofread my craft Maintenance
Cant stop rapping lately
Visions
Painting my walls with a splatter
Laying my pattern, Mad Hatter
Never minded my manners
Last as batter, blunts fat but Babe Ruth fatter
Three down, call it
Fear in their eyes this ain't even my final form
Cuttin them up I'm swinging swords cut the cord
Coming at me backwards grab the hammer call me Thor
I'm
dying to bet
You fellers know "I ain't the best"
Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct
They call me doc, I'll give
Your dog shots but, I ain't the vet
N I
dying to bet
You fellers know "I ain't the best"
Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct
They call me doc, I'll give
Your dog shots but, i ain't the vet
N I
92 of ‘em wack
Call 9 double 1, I'm serving the streets crack
I'm a 90's baby, the 90's made me
The golden age of rap was when I was born, man that
on the check
As soon as we re-up we gon' flood the set
Nigga, but you can call me what you want cuz I be all that
7-1-3, Yung Redd what you call that?
[Talking
III First Kill
In silence blood will flow in darkness children weep
By night mankind will fall the wolfs between the sheep
Lock the doors & bar
Death to the head, mothra, monstrous, maddening savagery
I call for guillotines to the caps of these bastards please
Everything short of me packing
Ey, ey, ey, 2 pistols, ey, blood money, money
By all means instead of 2 beat, call me
Young triple beam, got fish scale, got oil base
Lawyer paid
uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn
The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
on the police
Take it down for a man did a call the police
And I'm up now, sitting in the gutter
Rolling back down if I had to cover upper
Three hundred,
bezel shit
Like blood diamonds, it's rebel shit
Its more guns, its more bodies
We call shots they nobody
They fuck niggas they owe prolly
Who's fuckin wit
three perks on net, I think he really cursed
We used to go to church on Sunday an pray that God would work
Somehow we ended up on the block with blood
brains before you give me a case
Got the .40 by my dick I keep on pissin' on the hammer
When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana
High
above I saw you climb
Higher and higher
Cry and see the angels fall
The city dies
Blood and thunder
Pierce through the cancer
Hear the hammer
Of truth
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
of birth, its in my blood nigga
I'm gonna hustle till I leave this earth
Chorus
Verse 3
Nigga, it's in my blood to fuck around with these thugs
that we made it
By way of blood I'll go up when my souls taken
I diddy bop through these city blocks
Rest In Peace Pac. Rest In Peace Pops
As beat drops
to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red
THE COB WEBS FROM MY MIND
I OPENED THESE BLOOD SHOT RED EYES
AND IT FELT LIKE A JACK HAMMER POUNDING MY HEAD
WHERE DID THIS TATTOO COME FROM
I CAN'T
Then you hit with the flurry
Where it hot shells and cold hearts who love pain
Let it rain just to wash away the blood stains
Money, money, sex,
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