Lyrics:
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for
feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for
the fiend's.
Game over when you pull up in the Land Rover.
All black top grittier than baking soda.
Pull out your key's and let's head for the road,
Until we
whips got no keys push buttons yee dat Mf foriegn
Boy I be so fresh I be chilling they think I be stunting or sum
I know them good girls turn to freaks
boy even my pen is black
I sit and scratch the pad getting passed my past
Not even flatulence could gas my ass
Watch me craft my craft
Better yet I
down to a fact
Slow yourself down so you stay by your kin folk
Big facts this a big pack on the instrumental woah
Big facts this a big pack
song not mines
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Please hold your applause
For I just applied logic keys
Keys open doors
Now I'm balcony, opera,
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
a love so deep until you gave ya heart to me, boy
But now I see that it wasn't meant to be, so just take ya shit and leave
Leave ya keys and take ya ring,
Stop the bus
I wanna be lonely
When seconds pass slowly
And years go flying by
You gotta stop the bus
I'll get off here
Enough's enough
aggressive, here we go again
Stop playing the race card, here we go again
Well guess what? This black boy's fed up
I'm done abiding by your rules the game is
aggressive, here we go again
Stop playing the race card, here we go again
Well guess what? This black boy's fed up
I'm done abiding by your rules the game is
Kobeazy
And that's with a K by the way
Haha
Yup
Ya fought its sad
Cuz ya missed
And now you after me cuz ya pissed
My drip never on E and I'm lit
I
it by my lonely
CB4 gangsters man they so gusto
24/7 all I do is hustle
Old folks in the hood call me p man
Double cups Styrofoam I sip lean man
heart bleeds black and blue
Left by everybody I pursue
You know, I write the best when I'm at my worst, and
I know that you can hear that I'm hurt
Loud
eating dirt
Being buried alive
Put to death by surprise in
The name of black gods
Ain't I most fly? Young pie don't cry
Dry the tears from your eye
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
but we get it by the tons
And my young boys will kill you for a honeybun
Cash in when you're ready my hustle game is so steady
Then I hit with a mix gas
feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for
know
So if you don't know now, now you know
I just leave it at the crib, then I hit the road
I'm just looking for the key, making sure I never lose me
rockin' knife
Check the keys that get played on the roads of life
Yo the rhyme is so heavy like a load of my chest
Travel on these mc's, leave 'em broken
know that we from impossible
Now we bout to take it all,
Apac boy got it on my own
Mt albert g
Thats where you can find me
Black boy in a blacked out
"Peter Pan
That's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely"
And ever since that day
Peter Pan, that's what they call me
I promise that
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