Lyrics:
TICKET, YOUR GONNA RIDE THAT RIDE| |OH NO I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT KIND OF SADDLE HE'S ON|CAUSE YOU CAN'T JUDGE A MAN BY WEATHERED LEATHER AND CHROME|OH I'M
tears drop i hear the doctor hollin surgery my last
chance to try and make it thru dis murder please
Then i heard flat line and i woke up sweatin
I tried
cum. Its edge play,
be careful, fuck around and murder you by mistake and
leave you dead in the bed slayed.
Not my intentions. You'll lick prick til your
about havin' thangs
I got two bad bitches that handle bizness for savage man
They get off the plane and I pick 'em up by the baggage claim
Straight
brought me home a daughter-in-law and a grandbaby by now!
If you loved me
You'd be able to fly me around the world like Tyler Perry!
Her precious
smoke par le sliding door de la fourgonnette
Les vitres sont teintées pour qu'y est plus personne qui nous reconnaisse
Quitte le murder scene, leave 'em
by the motel sign
And she says,
hey there mister, so nice to see ya, I heard you broken the law,
Now we can't be too loud and you better be quick
but I ain't trickin' on hoes (No!)
Ice cold with the murder game, my trigger done froze
Plottin' and schemin' on D-boys for their packs of snow
yard
Yep I had a murder charge, spent half my life on
Probation
I ain't saying do the same, homie get your education
Better keep your credit
to survive ?
Am I the last one on earth ?
I feel no desire, feel no attraction
Two days and I'm tired
I shall in all my best obey you, my dear
Murder me
Girl scattered
Ripped to pieces by her brother's murder
One thought too many
One thought too much
Her gentle levy burst
Lives with her mother
railled men from far ans wide
To join the rebellion that lay ahead
His murder squad was formed in earnest
The secret service soon lay dead
In
hommi after you die.
Verse 2
Will the killing ever cease, It?s like we got a sick disease, that makes us, pack a piece, in these cold heart streets,
and conquer
[Brolik]
D O S dead on sight whenever we meet
Wanted for murder what'd you do? I done killed another beat
Ash that before you pass that what is you
you like matches do
I got females in my dungeon, about fifty batches full
They're all ready to get skinned, kid, their flesh is gettin' pinned
By
yard
Yep I had a murder charge, spent half my life on
Probation
I ain't saying do the same, homie get your education
Better keep your credit
You hurt me forever
How could I ever have thought that you would
The only two that I trusted
Why the hell should I forgive
You left me to winter
In this life time you don't have to proove nothing to nobody except yourself
And after what you've gone through if you havn't done that by now
It
the dream of a kid
Who's abandoned, alone in the aisle
Out the window, now I'm looking at a world I don't know
And I'm blinded by the misery of the hardcore
[Devil's Voice]
You are now in the presence
Of a real "G"
Affiliated with straight up murders
Theifs and every thing else you can
Think of
My son you
that bump the Hip-Hop
[2x]
[Big Syke]
Niggas want to murder me
Bury me a G nigga
I bust a flee nigga
The nigga you can't see nigga
Smash on your soil
the ground.
Since these murders occur every single day, so put the gun away because I want
To live to see another day. A happy day. Where there's peace
Hangin low cheefin high, time to make you bitches cry
Triple bitches talkin shit, fuck you hoes are gonna die
Playaz comin harder won't bothered by yo
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks
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