Lyrics:
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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,
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious
Try my gang, take blood and guts Try my gang, get one in the gut
Been with the same gang, runnin' it up I'm not Drake, but all my diamonds, they
3am I'm dying
3am I'm flying
3am I'm crying
3am I miss you the most
Eyes dripped
Blood Shot
Blowing up your phone but they missed calls
Crawl in my
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
pussy tight
When I dig in, I feel her bite
Angel by day demon by night
Like a devil in disguise
Devil in disguise
Devil in disguise
Bent over grabbin’
the madness
Three inches more
My hair is a forest
I don’t need none of
Y’alls violence
Check your time
Homie we timeless
Lay low for a while
And you’ll find
Swingin' with this here stud you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin'
Moon Glorious is there
Scared of fucking death, and what's happening here
Blood in the tub as I scrub a dub, on my knees geez
I hope she ain't have
heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down
(Ludacris) then (Willie Northpole) Verse 3
Yeah I'm in a real life
nail down from the hammers, I
Ride through any nigga hood in them GTs
No Bloods, Pirus, CCs
Selling Os, and I don't mean CDs
360 diamond chain,
our given blood she's
Beautiful in death
By confusion or illusion
Beautiful in death
And when we feared the end was near
All gathered at her side
That I got from Zone 3
Blowin Orange Mile Yeah we call it Tennessee
Im good in every hood Everybody know me
So don't wake me up I swear to God Im dreamin
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