Lyrics:
delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
And the battle inches on, every section separated
By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
shit that I got from Zone 3
Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah, we call it Tennessee
I'm good in every hood everybody know me
So don't wake me up, I swear to God
lane (Nah)
Man, I did a lot of shit, man, I'm
Proud of my name (Uh)
Wrong name dem gun call
And marrow quick splash out pon the wall
Blood all ah drip
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)
Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours
to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)
Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours
bitch down the middle, then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow
I say, I had a dream I told Three
Pray hard, he chose me
AI was sixteen with a hundred Gs
Rich vato
Rich vato
Go
Go
Come book a night session
With me
N8atnight serving some meat 5 inches plus 3
She know how I like it I pull my draws down
from the 90's you won't understand this shit
.357, that's the way my hammer click
3.5.7 was part of Hammer's clique
'Pac's alive and landed on camera,
the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun
clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,
clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,
By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood
Drink it up, fifty
to change the angle, then tighten the screws
You may have to make it thicker by using 2 or 3 thin strips
Number 6 and the last step for you lot right okay?
it's still blood on my chainsaw
Shower Posse, niggas love when the rain pour
Sorcerer, the torturer, that's what they call me Payne for
Obh hammer
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
Demark, the motorcade is coming by here, (oh,
No) just heard a call on the radio for all units along Industrial (oh, no)
To pick up the motorcade,
Im the type of nigga get a nigga type and then i smash them uh
Later on that day nigga found out ask me what happened uh
Only three inches in she say
Yeah
We was on the grind
It was round
2009
What you need
We got that loud
Nigga
3 for 25
Yeah
Leaves so fluffy
You can
Sleep on one these dimes
What
used by the phony
If you can't beat him, just call the police on him
Or hate on him so bad tryna turn the world against him
Go in the studio like
warm (beat it)
Phone call from bae as well
Home soon, make sure it's warm
Warm, warm
Can't go back if blood gets drawn, drawn
Send man home with
he'll marry the boss' daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water
Who'll give him a peck
And call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through
several inches
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make
easy on your feet
Give a few hammers, a few semi's and a few snubs to a few crips,
Couple vampire's and true bloods
Gamblin' in casino's, have
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