Lyrics:
dup dup dup (Repeat 4X)
Verse 2 (Mack)
What a beautiful day, clear blue skies
my murder ones block sunrays from my eyes
Twistin'
dup dup dup (Repeat 4X)
Verse 2 (Mack)
What a beautiful day, clear blue skies
my murder ones block sunrays from my eyes
Twistin'
gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
Damn it feel good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
My brain is
a trucker
let alone the skills I possess
And y'all gon' see by these mil's I possess
Never settle for less, I'm in excess
Not inexpensive DVS
To the two
and ugly as ever
However, I seen my family die from them rocks
Them fiends on blocks including my own pops
Homie I seen two much to drink them two cups
They
And i'm ready to bust a head or two or three
Bitch come deal with E - geah
So gang way, as I pump another sucker
and I'm swift as they scared stiff by
(Trippin' Beatz)
Yeah, yo
Man put two in the spinners bagged it and left these niggas, tragic (uh)
Mans known for more, pour dippin', in fact I
Murder, purgin', kill 'em, burn 'em
Slippin', sippin' Apollos
Blixky gon' jump out a Tahoe
Cute in the face and she fit like a model
Treesh did
Barry, bodies bloody like Mary
Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried
Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet
I'm a rider,
'bows, one hour, thirty-two hundred plays (thirty-two hundred)
Switch the VIN, she don't know it's the Wraith
Give her the switch, I'ma drive with
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
as I roll off the Compton blocks
To skoop up Ren I heard shots,
1 2 3, Then I see the nigga
Hop in the Benz and it was Ren on the motherfucking
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
that when you fill me up wit them hollow point slugs.
Verse 2-(C-BO)
Mr. Tre-five-seven, I send that ass to heaven,
quick to murder mutha fuckaz,
with the smoke Glock
Fleein the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggaz know me
borrowed the boat
Tears flow from the sorrow and soak
Told Noah tomorrow we float
Line ‘em up
2 by 2, who can follow the GOAT?
New wave I just
Yeah I keep me a band in the bookbag
Why you drive-by if you ain't gonna do that?
Glock 22, with the kick back
Shots keep missin', I know you can't
listeners relate
Let's put the beat back in, 6, 7, 8
This is the end of Opportunities
1 album, 2 album, is there a 3rd please
This bitch is going off again
You're welcome to my Darkside
Everywhere cold
All of them dem boys
Dey para outside
2 by 2 jab like AJ
Whenever the fight starts
Burst the bottle
you got one life to live
(Murder, he caught two for a triple homicide)
mental rhyme disorder shit but never testified
hold on, god, chill,
So many ops got sprayed over some G shit
We running two minute drills fuck playing defense
But ain't no wins really everybody lose
Murder last night
it out by the time that I'm 30
Had a dream I was in room 29, that sh** was great
With two different women, meaning 2 got ate (8)
One was 27, the other
Why? ©Brenda RattrayAugust’22
Song commissioned by Black Lives Matter
Intro: Doom doom x2 doby doby
Plim plim plim plim plim
Verse 1
Why do
the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
But I
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