Lyrics:
the key to the Wraith
I got the key to the Bentley Truck
When I leave the booth, I'm gone pick it up
Facts, when I'm in my hood
Shit I do what I wanna
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before you know it, everything's gone)
I promise that I know you very well
Your eyes never lie even if they fell
Out the sky and your optics turn
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
Black Mob City
Wanted nigga, chasing seven figgas,
Finger stay on triggers,
With perfect aim and timing,
Round here, where hatting is common,
killing style
Everybody talk cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be black but it's chrome now
If it's cocked back then it's
from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
bullshit
Back like wow
Yeah I'm back like wow
Yeah you thought I was gone but then I'm back like
I got the key to this life
Not talkin bout keys of the white
to a mar-key shooter you can just dead that up
N****s trying to paint my drip
I just iced out my wrist
Yeah ya homie a shooter, but let’s not forget you a bitch
to a mar-key shooter you can just dead that up
N****s trying to paint my drip
I just iced out my wrist
Yeah ya homie a shooter, but let’s not forget you a bitch
to link us
Now you want to link up
You coming for my work ain't you
Niggas gone jive or niggas gone ride
The plan is laid out
Leave rats dead lounging
there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
Gonna take a trip to the woods
And never come back
Gone in the dead of night
Dressed in all black
Was putting up a good fight
But I finally snapped
travellin back to Nazareth
Most fabulous
To raise up the black dead slaves like Lazarus
When I catch rays through the blaze holy essays
No more death days
the path that we've chosen (Yes)
I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm living ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back
danced in paris
I swam in oceans, felt the scales
Put my cd in starbucks, it did not sell
Get the cd out my car, turned it into myself
These piano keys
and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done in water
You might be over him
He's somebody's daughter
As far as is well known
it’s racks on racks
This CD wasn’t sh** n****
Watch how sick I get n****
Spit sh** like a AK
Five18 gon flip n*****
Daffy couldn’t duck these
Swaggin’
Yeah
I be in my own zone rollin up the OG
Wet up my black wit that codeine
A nigga been loaded low-key
Gettin to it just me and my homies
Aint nothin
on my own so long
I start to just see black
Like even my heart turned cold
I'm not trynna relapse
(J DropDead)
Since you been gone, my heart turn
the vibes gon’ be.
We put on for the city that’s the whole damn 3
we got the key, that’s on g-o-d.
Came through with the brothers and they blaze og
be careful
everyone can accept it
I’m wreckless, I’m dead if I don’t do it if I said it
This is real, your words can get you murdered if it let it
Make you squeal,
nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
Have you ever held the hand of a dead man
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