Lyrics:
across the street
Hoodies come in all flavors, all black if you think you're sweet
Arab sellin' grenades by the box, you'll get it cheap
Schoolin'
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
we pray for war,
like the Russian military
Enter the stage with a grenade, and a machete
Stab you like Bloody Mary - I do this for convicts
Takin
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid
Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on
Riding top down so we let the trucks pause
In the jeep ridin' four
Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on
Riding top down so we let the trucks pause
In the jeep ridin' four
just about to toss a live grenade
In your driveway (what?) and drive away
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS
Blood drippin' from it,
The other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker
If I acted like I didn't care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by
just about to toss a live grenade
In your driveway (what?) and drive away
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS
Blood drippin' from it,
parade
No Limit soldiers throwin grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and gunnin
I got your ground troops runnin from INCOMING!
Go, go go go,
times, I might slang some dimes (back to trappin')
You believe corporations runnin' marijuana? (How that happen? Ooh)
And your country gettin' ran by
gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin' racist bastards (they do)
And I told you once befo' that you should kill your
feet away
Another man is asking for continued aid
Food and medicine and hand grenades
For El Salvador
There's a thump, a rumble, and the buildings
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
another dead pigeon
If you're mafiosos, then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while
the girls screaming my name you know
Imma be great imma imma be great
Blowin up like grenades
Imma be great imma imma be great
Don't be slow get out
I bleed
Deep rooted story years ago
Started a love who knew would grow
Protagonists passing by to and fro
A long bus ride rode out of town
To get away from
in hand by all means
Come meet your demise
Quaking in dismay when I show face
So they put on disguises
Breath on the mic
And have em revisit their book
fast, i’m moving slow
Can’t feel myself, i’m by myself
Can’t feel my face, world filled with hate
I’m trying can’t you see in me
The pain, the hurt, man
The twinkle of our well lit sky
Is the mirror of time gone by
And I'm laying here wondering
Why?
Why?
About the boy who yelled grenade
Way back in the 7th
Then morning hangover
In your silence, you act like I am
Holding a grenade, holding a grenade
Is it me, who always stays
But you, the one, who asked me
Butterfly Hand-Grenade
How can I sleep tonight?
Under the desert sky
When murder is on my mind
I hear a voice say,
Bang, bang, kill them all
We've
eighteen and spitting rhymes
I will sleep in the bed I have made
And I'll hold on to the grenade
But I deserve better than this
Oh…
And I will rise even
I'm walking on thin ice got the same flow but motorized
Like a terminator in disguise by the time I reach the otherside
It's a new rhyme but same
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