Lyrics:
fuck, just get me top
She gon' take it to the tip like she T.I
I know she down for the creep like she Left eye
She ask why I keep a gun, now she see why
People killin' people dyin'
Children hurtin', I hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preachin'?
Would you turn the other cheek again?
Mama,
the real docs of death
Killin' millions til they're last breath
Got no right to be dead ass wrong
Killin' me softly with your songs
Bring the noise
Killin me softly with your songs
Bring the noise but surrounded by cowboys
Indigenous but wiped out diggin new ditches
Can you dig it
Turnin tricks
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
me as a joke
But this pimp shit bitch
Can't go I ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin' up my mind
Daily fuckin' my patience
Runnin' from my visitations
Just
on the bustas then we dine
Eatin' dinner by candlelight
Be alert and put in works
With a thugs passion i'm a king
And you the queen up in thugs mansion
Me, I'm
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
Break a moment of silence
I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it
Niggas sendin'
have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all
People killin', people
just like Duke, man
We killed many men, spin a bend, spin a bend
I'm killin' with these ends, drop a ten
Drop a ten
We killed many men, spin a bend,
the same
'Cause if you ain't doing what you love it's only you to blame
Come on I've been through the game
By that time they know the name
Numb it down
like a silver spoon
I'm back in my bag, you kiddin' me?
This gun in my bag, artillery
I moved to Bel-Air by Hilary
Got suicide doors, I'm killin' me
what they'd die for
Breathe in for luck breathe in so deep
This air is blessed you share with me
That clever ad campaign ain't worth
The time taken from
the cop that keep my gear in park
Pull me out the car to give me black thought
But fuck it, this shit's all kinda player
This shit my mama flavor
This
Find my way back
Find my way back to you
Back to love
Like what we had before
Me.. You... baby
Ooh, everyday is killin'
To know you with him and not with
jumpin' over buildings
A hero or a villain?
Give a fuck 'cause I be killin'
Everything in front of me
I leave a Stain on every witness
You niggas wanna be
I keep my eyes on the prize
'Cause ain't nobody killin' me I be the Big Gangsta
From up North no pain no gain
Nigga fuck the fame slide
'Posed to be
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha ha ha
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y'all
the slow consumption
Killin' you by degrees
Lord, it's the slow consumption
Killin' you by degrees
Now, it's-a slow consumption
An it's killin' you by
ti gbo o (Darey l need)
Its 4pm me and my friends are gonna get a call (Awon boys)
Ladies to side (Side)
Then you shake dem up (Efizi)
Now its by 5
Ayo
It's Jem Life
I got the keys to the Morgue in my pocket
It's too many bodies
Thanks for explaining the word "many" to me by the way
It means
a while?
She's a secondhand smoke show (secondhand smoke show)
She's killin' me real slow (killin' me real slow)
Better that than me taking her in myself
So
And I'm too sick when I rap you get sick of me
I don't wanna get trapped by the industry
Like they don't know how to act when they in the streets
Ain't no
Yeah, you know I'm constantly movin' Just like a film, no re-shootin
There's no better discussion Stop by the lies and all the excuses
You never act
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