Lyrics:
or it's bars around your mind
There's no where to run, no where to hide
In a six-by-six a guilty man cries
For repentance and lost is what innocence is
a kid
Now I dwell and bid
Where all the lyricists live
I'm sitting in the spot like what?
The hands of the clock are
Melting off
Years flew by supplying
whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the fifth amendment
And the furniture is bargains galore
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old
ounces, I bounce back to the 'dolph
Hella took already and a nigga fit to be mo' off
I hit a cut and parked in some shade
Seen my nigga Baldhead walkin down
about ninety-eight degrees
I spent all day and half the night in water to my knees
Oh those scorchin' days of summer are here
When sun shines more
lies below
Shutdown... Reformat... Believe!
Every day, carry out the same routine
9 to 5, cogs in the human machine
40 years, doing what they tell
the peephole - in the crime lab
Countin Ginos, cut-tin dime slabs
Then he bagged up Chino, rushed through the crowd with a hee-ho
Slapshots, jackpots,
on the bridge I just might pass him up
They meet a nigga with a bussdown
Every time a nigga touch down
100, 200, 500, all blues
We pull up in any whip 40k in
-boy shit, grab your big dick
Crack a 40, spark an L and get bent shit
Three eighty by the hip in case a nigga slip
Don`t like beefs or jealousy
the fame imma stay in my lane
Sipping drank for the pain flipping packs all summer
Now serving at the window automatic with extendos
Tuck ya chain it ain't
Where were you in '22?
The end of the honeymoon
The mask is off and the creature is coming through
Out of the void that cuts between the eye
like a tea kettle
And I'm a mile high above ya and ya'll below sea level
Fuck niggas it's our time for a change
the real scandalous and the poison in
power of speech
When the one thing you want
Is the only thing out of your reach
High in her tower she sits by the hour
Maintaining her hair
Blithe
and territory issues
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots
so who got six niggaz next to carry
off these wanna be's, niggas they
that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast
is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half
found his corpse
In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime method, add another
Killer verse to the murder record, the grand
growth and fog
Rain fed and temperate
The clear cuts like scars
I grew up in the heart of it
Pumping in my blood
Washed in water painted politics
Where
on The party bus
Glock came with a switch... Alright
Glock came with a switch, know that forty finna bust
Left his ass deceased Beat my bitch down in the scat
out and use gun like shield
The crew is worldwide, to think we started from the Hill
Beware, of quiet niggaz layin in the cut (for what?)
on their mouths
Because every single night
They transform below the moon
Monsters dressed in drag
My paranoia anews
Oh my god, why'd you do it
Who's
only half
We some thoroughbred niggas, y'all the soda and the lax
Extra cut ass niggas, so y'all always gettin' taxed
We some fat bag grabbers, so we
at the roundtable, and discuss
Trish ish batteries and territory issues.
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots.
So who got six niggas
if I want you or Not
Im in town for the summer
The Sun and the Water
The young niggas running
It up
Makin' love in the back, on The bus
Makin' love in
racing
Half my niggas facing time in the system
"Never-gave-a-fuck" type of niggas
Don't listen when you tell 'em
Fall back or you're gonna be a
Felon but
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