Lyrics:
ass got tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonious pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
Cause I provide
Forgive me, I'm speaking loosely
Life feel like a David Lynch movie
If I don't like that bitch then I Eraserhead and keep moving
Drugs wearing on my
[ Prode'je ]
Eastside and Westside riders
(Gangsters)
Cartel gang, nigga
(Fo' life)
What set you from?
"S.C.C."
[ VERSE 1: Prode'je ]
Gees tryin
been?"
"I'm just not myself when you're away."
He asked her for her hand for life,
And she became a salesman's wife.
He was home each night by
without the drive
See I bus tables and my
Homie Castro is a waiter
I can't wait to blow and say
"I told you so haters!" living the life of a
Egotistical
be up in the streets with the Jeep doors missing
3 K's up in the whip, finally lynch him
Hard with the strap, but without it, no difference
We'll beat
From Ethiopia to Zambia, real people
Just to be real ya'll, it's so hard to feel people
Without feeling they hurt too
I don't mean to unnerve you
But
Wake up
Wake up, get a hold of your life, go get your cake up
The motto in the streets is you eat, or you get ate up
Straight up, you tired
sisqo, or 'cause I'm insane
Brotha Lynch's been through the same thing though
But X-raided can be tripping over no hoe
So I got my 9 I was stressing
Trew
hand
This a lugubrious game if you fuck with the gang
Then that blood turning red from that blue in your veins
Living still life means I'm stuck in
on haunting me. I can always feel you by my side.
And your song (your song) will play on (play on) without you..(without you)
And this world (this world)
when you lose your life
Maybe you will find a place where you will hide
From everybody else even you and I
To be or not to be or to do or die
It's
that you heard with 2Pac, Sole
Lynch and Bo, Wake Up Show wit King Tech and Sway
Yukmouth, Thicker Than Water, Gang Related, Eminem
Roger Trout, MC
Radio says hark
Behold label-less, unstableness, but ableness
To show you how it's done
Shit was made in a basement hun
All by me for fun
I write poems
From the slaveship to the chain
From the task master's whip to my brain
Kidnapped, enslaved, raped
And killed by the lynch clan
Again and again
Is it
You say you know my life…..
Hahahaha
But like most things…
It's only a peek
Kill 'em J
Both of 'em (that's two) my mother and father naw they didn't
waiting
To take us by the hand
Just believe, believe in somethin'
No matter if it's love or money
'cause whatever gets you through your life
Is alright,
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
without gunshots
9mm's and them Uzis ain't shit
You better be prepared to shoot a gang of muthafuckas
Cause them niggas out the Nickel just love to click
wanna fuck with us, you must've had no common sense
I'll kill you then your guts get eaten up by Brotha Lynch
It's Strange Music so the competition
he gets to share this evil nightmare
With the only other person alive her name is Claire
And Claire is only there cuz she's looking for her brother
a raging wind
It surrounds me when I’m lonely
And it’s amazing how it feels
To be in love with You
I can’t see my life without You in it
It’s almost like
succeed
Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side?
What I know, I can do
If I give my love now
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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