Lyrics:
Pocket rocket little nigga good riddance
Glock in your mouth can't finish the sentence
They freed my bro he ain't finish the sentence
I'm Him
I'm Him
I'm
die
He got the blade, it's your time
In bed with his bitch where he goin lie
All of your friends, tryna get by,
Tryna escape before they demise
They
gonna do this of
Course for Bill Withers´´
Can ya'll clap your hands a little bit
Clapped his hands and he's dancing
Neil Bogart, damn
Hey, a little red
goose
Different color spread in each hand Look like fruit loops
Bitch I’m on that murder shit know How we bang bitch
Slide with my gang bitch We
your rhymes
It happened and that's real shit
If a nigga would've grabbed my ass
I'd a smacked his hand real quick
But you just scream
"ZIP EM UP!"
the ghetto
I can see it in your eyes lil nigga you ain't a part
Of shake a niggas hand, shake a nigga hard
I keep the underground in shape and never be soft
crying
Behind locked doors
Murder in the palace
Better pray and run
Lucid dreams
Become your screams
Souls fell into the
Netherworld
Trapped by sin
They
the whore
Came through kick down your door
Look mane, Im heated up like earths core
My trigger finger went fucking sore
Charge at niggas with steal swords
Murder
In the first degree
That's what you get when you're messin with the Busy Bee
Yeah, murder
You better write your will
I'm Busy Bee, I pay
And tell Milton Friedman that
His ideas killed freedoms
Selling state assets to private
Interests is real treason
Freezing chills deepen
Hands of Victor Jara
Ghost
Can't nobody bless me like, aye
The Holy Ghost
And it makes me want to dance
I'm gonna show you how to dance
Aye
Throw your hands up, put your leg
me you know
He got into the oven on his own, I fear
Little brother
When you take the world by storm
Little brother
Keep your nose out of where it
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
emergency)
I moved up from a Private to a Sargent
You can see it in the scar face
Hidden in a dark place, swimming in the shark tank
Give a bitch a little
around
That's why I love you mom, and I love you dad
Your little soldier gon' go far with this pen and pad
I know I'm sinning bad but ain't nobody
ah)
Book, book, book him, murder one!
The drum machines and keyboards
In our command
Were guaranteed to have the upper hand
Now, as the rhythm exhales
hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up
Let me see your hands up
Think there's been a murder-era-ah-ha-ah
I ah, think there's been a
I, I think there's been a
Think there's been a murder-era-ah-ha-ah
I ah,
little baby (my little baby)
My little baby (my little baby)
My heart controls my eyes
And your love, I visualize, oh yeah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh,
chillin' let's
Go kill his ass, kill his ass, kill his ass
Ha ha ha what's poppin' nigga? (yeah)
Put your motherfuckin' hand on
Your strap nigga (Thug Luv
"Get down let's see your hands see your hands!
Let's see your hands everybody hands!
Everybody let's see some hands! Huh?
Don't nobody move!
in hand
Extrajudicial, murder, murder continues
Police guild extort public officials
Since ’83 police budget is tripled
Riot gear at the candlelight
to die
Last nigga tried I was booking that five
Years in the cell, I called my little brother
He hit both witness, then I got acquitted
I wave one hand
hazy
I hate Kanye and I hate Jay-Z
I'm in love with you Skeptik baby
Little does she know I’m plotting her death
I love you too girl till your very
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