Lyrics:
shine like a showroom necklace
Death wish, stepping in, declaration
I'm checking niggas like test questions
Across 110th now, across Belmont and Montauk
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones.
Wet
Eazy-E:
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Eazy-E:
Black nigga killa. Hate brought death around the block as a hollow point bust through
The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug-of-war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test
Still grimy (grimy, nigga)
Still
Death on the phono, my skills are porno
You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo
I'mma kick it to y'all frankly
So all you weak niggas can hate me
[Aesop Rock]
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I
me and my enemies meet
Inhalin teflon shells until the death of me
And to you devils plottin now know this
Haven't forgotten my tactics, so when you
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
it's checkmate
Snake eyes, venomous tongue increasin death rates
It ain't no love in this blood sport, county support is all we need
So many lost souls
Spit, and curse the prophets for the world they left behind us
Trails of Blood, crashing waves of hate running strong to choke you in
Feel the heat
with nowhere to turn
Everything, from your fingertips to toes burn
Heat sets in deep, open up your eyes
The cold clutch of death's hand could
Care less
the taking
Tried to clean my slate, blood stains got on my apron
When I see red, better suit up or strip like bacon
Pros create with heat, cremation, spark
was burned,
They found his right leg and the morning gown,
It was still intact but the doctor had gone
What's this fire that burns the wires?
Death by
no jokin son
Jasmine holdin the smokin gun
By the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vest
As I fell I'm not thinkin of death
Still
Heat sensor on the 'R, call me Call Of Duty
He a street fighter, hit his ass with the Hadouken
Back doored by a bitch, that shit too flukey
Gravitated
tonight
Live by the knife, bitch
I been paid the price
You can see death when you look in my eyes
I'll cut you open don't even step close to me
I'm in my
The presidents an alien from planet zoltan
Nowhere to go man
Surrounded by death and disease
The sun looses it's heat and the planet'll freeze
Ah ah I can't
chest hahaha
[Papoose:]
The soldiers get trained by the leutinent
The leutinent get all of his orders from the captain
General, when I was young I got
and put slugs in yo' ass
Hit the gas and smash and bought heat for yo' ass
Niggas don't know, when it's faulty, we settle the sco'
Bodies surrounded by
my head like this
Can't feel my feet, my needs, my greed, even my grief
Relief ever so brief
All in the heat of this release
Somebody give me my money,
delivered from pain
I know a God and he reign
By the end they gonna remember the name
People look at me as if I’m insane, I will not be ashamed I got God in
I don't really even need nobodies help
Man I'm doing just fine all by myself
When the shit gets strange
I just say oh well
Oh well, oh well, oh well
of order nigga you try me and get tortured
We got heat like we in Florida I'm a real nigga supporter
I live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga
streets got back on lead
Beatbox, heat rocks, talk that shit
Plottin', plan it, bakin' inhale
Shakin' no shakin, while makin' demands
A lil' tension in
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