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percent of which were absorbed by my dreads
The other 2 percent I accepted, just so I can feel the heat again
Had a vision of my defeat of him
So now I'm
none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, uh!
Ayo we the live niggas holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers
the daytime, chronic at night
See I'm Fudgin' by the dozen F for death Crip for life
Sex in the daytime, chronic at night
All my job servin' Slobs and blast that
By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifties
Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like Jiffy-Pop (Pop)
In a instant get smoked like
By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifties
Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like Jiffy-Pop (Pop)
In a instant get smoked like
not death, but sleep
Do you hear my bones cracking beneath the snow?
Can you feel the heat emanating while I sleep?
I will spend my nights bathed in
the heat?
Can you stand in the fire?
Are you capable of such desire?
In the passion of this burning desire
Will you let yourself be consumed by the fire
my life
Cant fucking breathe
They say the grass is green, but its covered up by fallen leaves
Every fucking morning, Im waking up to my own death scene
sweet
I can get all of my sins pardoned
Coward niggas packing heat
Trip to the land of the forgotten
My style can never be forgotten
I put my wish in
name's ***** I'm came to compete
These Versace is from Italy
I used to run track in the heat
Past failure I'm tryna delete
I'm *****, I been here before
when I wake up in the morning
Ain't mourning our past self
Death by the Mob
Sleeping lighter and lighter
It's fueling the fire
They say that I'm lost
to moderate
Heat because
I'm live with it
Slide kicking fly pimping
Gods gifted leave em be
You can't never under estimate
The things you see
Believe in God
of the sky
If you stay by my side, God I know we will fly
Just please lay here with me like you are
We can spend the night just counting stars
Place your hand
ride be with all dat smoke til i pop out then niggaz be quiet Behind that Sox gang they kno ima let that heat ride but if we being real bitch I am
me
No wonder why I'm so sick of you
Summon my Kinsmen I summon my goonies
Never no one's so they coming in groupies
Fuck up my mood
We gon get you by
Through the wood and over the stream
Down by the falls on new moon's eve
There's a field marred by flame
cnd none who venture there return the same
Here we are
Another nuclear summer
We can't stand the heat
Or one another
Watch as the procession
Goes by as an honor
Of some kind of death
Some kind
Skeptics that I recollect
would bet that I’d be fed to my death
Check my weapon, you drenched in sweat
If you don’t protect ya neck
I threaten
of America's evil, so death is sweeter
The son been continuing to live under white supremacy and under tyranny
So you know, I don't care nothing about them
happened to lack for the love what?
No fear strike first, gonna roll, strike first, don't fit
To the death, gotta ride till we die
We the one, then if you
Something so destructive could be right before my eyes
Stricken by its beauty I was simply mesmerized
Couldn't think to move or run my mind was paralyzed
I think it's funny how...the toughest criminals and thugs and whatever...
when they're on their death bed...
you know like the day before they fry
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
the mix, runnin' for your life
Time to get home see somebody fool caught a
Straight to the dome
For no reason, death is still the season
Everybody's scared,
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