Lyrics:
Penetrate at a crazy rate
This ain't thirty-eight
Hit 'em at point blank range
And watch 'em radiate
Runnin' out of ammunition
I'm done wit' 'em
You ask me
Penetrate at a crazy rate
This ain't thirty-eight
Hit 'em at point blank range
And watch 'em radiate
Runnin' out of ammunition
I'm done wit' 'em
You ask me
Fuck a team player
I'll do it by myself
Ball hog when you needed it
They ain't give no help
And fuck a pass the ball
I want the last shot
Loser try
you know tomorrow, you'll love me some more (yeah)
I'm back, another Visa, another set of keys (yeah)
We did this last week, ma, don't get amnesia
you know tomorrow, you'll love me some more (yeah)
I'm back, another Visa, another set of keys (yeah)
We did this last week, ma, don't get amnesia
It was neva easy, massafuckyobitch
It was neva easy, massafuckyobitch
So I drove by, sprayed him
Drove by, sprayed him
Drove by, sprayed him
It was
of Minotaur
women say I stay harder than a rock like the rock of Gibraltar
thats why they like to blow me like they put me on a poster
and keep me by there side
(Burning our black skin)
Who's that janky-ass nigga with last?
Standing like a G pissing on America's flag
Dub C, the nigga from Westside
Westide Maad
Time that I wasted
Staring at the walls I painted
Shards in my skin bleed
I'm the last of my breed
Creed written don't concede
World overtaken by greed
I am one of the last few standing, a survivor on a farm,
Just along the outskirts of a small city.
Like most that have made it this far,
I live off
at the candlelight (at the candlelight)
Baby-mommas cryin' at the candlelight (at the candlelight)
Armor, piercing ammunition (Kaplow)
Luggies, these two two
a young nigga game
See they kissing ass what you done for the fame
Nigga's selling souls spending funds on a chain
Just to get robbed by them guns that they
Off the green, I'm swinging through the woods looking for Jane
You a toy, I make you rap just by pulling your string
Good thing we never faced off b/c
fire at night
Pray to God this isn't our time
We count the days go by, one by one, night by night
Reaper shows his face to guiltless, little children,
your light, but
You were Robbed of your ambition
By a shot of ammunition
Amerie, don't die for me
Amerie, you couldn't see that
You gave your last call
tha mothafuckin ammunition I'll cock it
Respected like i'm one of Gods prophets
Gotta put it down for legit ballaz and you don't think
That i'll rock it
caught for cold steel
The last art drill when I open fire
Better aim to kill
As the destruction that I reveal like revelations
Drop Jews like parables that
eyes
They say that I'm nice a superhero by day and a villain by night
I feel like I be living a lie
Master of disguise
Unable to be unmasked at any time
joint
Used to scoop her from the eastside
Know she a queen she raised by the Beyhive
Raised by Latifah know she smoke a three-five
Roll the windows down
joint
Used to scoop her from the eastside
Know she a queen she raised by the Beyhive
Raised by Latifah know she smoke a three-five
Roll the windows down
Hook:
Step, step by step
Moving forward, oh yea
Step, step by step
Moving forward, oh yea
Verse:
Take a walk in my own shoes
So much pain
The vices of last night absolve me of my sins
My feet are cold, my lungs are black
I just want you back
I just want you back
Hold up wait a minute I've been
I been thinking 'bout death again
Imaginin' I'm takin my last breath and then
As the light fades from my eyes
Say last goodbyes when I die, will I
Be
the first nigga to fuck da world
Converse apparel inspired by..
Fly out the barrel five out the barrel
[Kurupt]
Just take position ammunition, convalescent
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