Lyrics:
the chamber, roll the die
Posthumous direction delegate warrants a runner up
Vote denied, stairway to heaven turned under
Luck has a vice, sunk costs
Deer in
An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway
You know how fast you were going?
Nah not at all man
You must have been going pretty damn fast
Everybody's human man
It's the life we live..
Do what we gotta do.
You know..
Ske ske ske
Yucky ukky
Ughh
Scummy candy girl
(Uh)
Do yu really
ha hah!
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon!
[method man
[Chorus]
Said I'm wanted, dread & alive
By the evil forces
Said I'm wanted, dread & alive
Nowhere to hide
They are trying to find me
Babylon
might earn respect
But the OPD found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the [unverified]
Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight
Put
bitch man
I got warrants, let's go get some Hen main
Sell me candy like it's summer when it's melting in my hands
I know you're around like the ice cream man
I can hear you calling, whisper something
at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates
N*ggaz you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans get
on the corner, they wanna be like me
I fear no man, it's time to move this key
I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot
Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up
[Method Man]
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
out
Yo what you doing here huh?
(Hi I thought I'd drop by so nice to see you)
Nice to see you too okay
(It's been too long) yeah you can leave now
Kanye
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
I said, "Yes sir, my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her
stat
For their latest flick
So we wrote one and the
Chorus went just like this:
I got candy cane dreams, sugar coated schemes
A life that screams
E.S.G. | Wreckchopped & Screwed Version | Ft. Slim Thug & Deshawn Hill | Screwed by Ray Face
Say Slim, what's the deal baby
(making this money man
'Neath the smoke and sky the bounty grew
The stakes were higher now than the old man ever knew
He played the jack of hearts, right before they called
(DougieTheDon)
Ain’t no subliminal
I was raised by a criminal
Felony warrants
Warrants respect
You never been in the low
Faze
Bullets keep comin
No graze
Three
lacing till I faint
I don`t like to play it safe no
Slatt!
[Verse 4: Mint]
Hour by hour, just sweet, not sour
Let me take your order
The candy man, across
Top floor type shit
Chandeliers with marble floors boy
My baby momma just put me on child support
Fuck a warrant, I ain't going to court
Don't
warrants
Until we burn this country down there ain’t no justice for us
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even
stretch
I got it mastered man
In the hood I'm like plastic man!
Stretch
Fantastic man,
I make the money come faster man!
Yeah
Your favorite bad guy's gone,
the man of the hour
Never sour Ferny Fern, yeah
Come by the TV
And just kick it with me
Put the Netflix on
Bust a quickie with me
Come get frisky with me
a fuck the world, gotta live it by the day
I been tellin' bro this shit's gonna be okay
Open up your eyes, bro don't you die
Don't you see the light?
A trouble maker, bitcher taker, a scorpio
Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor
We cake up like make up, and in New York
Fuck the daily news,
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