Lyrics:
resting place
Don't dare utter another word lest I lacerate your cunted face
My shining star has risen, the crimson sanguinary shall have his due
A crusade
Background, I'm dishonored by it
But I'll opt for the sound of silence, some Garfunkel and Paul Simon
These days your more likely to find me Trudgin' through
an accent to the game Got tools, got me locked up in chains
Keeps the judge aborted by his race They told me I was stupid because of my grades
I was a little
look you in the eyes
-In other words, don't judge a book by its cover
-See we successful black businessmen
but we also mercenary soldiers
(Chorus)
trying get away
I thought my bro was Superman until he caught a fade
I thought I would never see a t-shirt for his face
I thought that I would never see my
pussy's so good and your mouth tight
A pretty face, slim waist, and her stout nice
Juicy ass that them niggaz in the south like
She super sexy, got
a look.
Who's next down the line.
Oh, the 43rd District Judge.
Hey pal! Remember me? You threw me in jail!
Take a spin or I'll snap your neck.
And the judge ain't take my side
'Cause when you black them risk is high to beat that case against them odds
Against them guys, with your last bit of money for
the butcher knife end up on your backside and joox you
[VERSE 2]
I spit in the motherfuckin' face of Vietnam cripples
I torture you by electrocutin' you
knew how to hustle
So the Don, put me down on his team
Told me to be, down to take a chance
Ya gotta be down to dirty dance
If so, the world can be yours
running man
My gun don't jam
Kill beat second coming of the son of Sam
Can't fake to be nobody it's your truly
If it's beef I set it up for my shooters
judges would always say no to me
Funny cause my shit was destined to blow niggas don't even cause they cannot keep up With me
My shit was destined I
don't even think of callin back
Man I know those cats, him and his click be flowin crack
Up in Prominax(?), stickin them kids, by the laundromat
a player, but I bust your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, brothers touch for life
Plus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior
At times you gotta kick your way through this bitch
My joy left me y'all
She don't show her face around his past
Every time she come she get chased off
So
unjust Draws
Couldn't trust a soul on the curb
That's why I Judge a man by his Actions and not on his words
Remember Carnival with my Nigga keesh
I told
on the level
Well he wrapped a rag around your face
And he beat you with his gavel
I was hiding babe (hiding there)
I was hiding all away (hiding)
I was
on the level
Well he wrapped a rag around your face
And he beat you with his gavel
I was hiding babe (hiding there)
I was hiding all away (hiding)
I was
a hoax by nasty Libs
Won’t really kill your wife or kids
Masturbate
Mental masturbate
Mental masturbate right now
If you don’t how to do it
Lyin’ Rand
his eyes
Looked like he was looking and then he wasn’t
Like when you dream with your eyes open
Like when you look but you don’t see nothing
Leave his
with my eyes drippin down the glass
Shaggy I think they're tryin to start a riot
And then it's Ice T but he don't seem fazed by it
I know the devil's
altercation in a beer joint with a knife,
He said judge I mean your honor I hope you'll understand,
but if it happened here today I think I'd do it all again,
gettin' paralyzed
I don't want to hear no alibi's, don't apologize
ER-ERM-ERM, I 'll put the highs' in your eyes!
The bass in your face, like you ditch
Markas Verse:
What the fuck is you toastin to if it aint this?
What the fuck is you boastin for if your gang switched?
I told my brother stay
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