Lyrics:
you want a nigga dead
Buck that bitch off in his head
Just like E-40 nigga I be comin' fed
Got the sawed off pump with night vision infrared
So play
dreams might best me, night visions got my eyes sore
I guess my life is like my sleeping pattern
Non-existent and ridiculous habits, a couple panics
Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off
We gon' stee
We gon' play
alright. You know you'll get tucked in each night by your trauma
You'll come to harm, it will be hard, you know. That's just the calling card of your karma
killer's who you're facin
Like Jason
I sock them sons of bitches through the night
Gotta do the krime right
So I'm turnin off the light
Surprise I'm no where
[Chorus]
Help me please
I'm blinded by my tears and I just can't see
So many devils tryin' to recycle my soul
Cause in the ghetto where I'm
Claiming you were created by God so you wanna feel special punk, we all descendants of monkeys
I believe there's a heaven and a hell
Like hell is poverty
his decision, to live his life
through a tunnel vision, followed by the reaper
who knows your past deeper, don't let him creep ya, from behind
Hey hit this motherfucker
Hit that shit, hit that bitch
It's 4:20..
We got love..
Is this motherfucker on?
At night I can't sleep, I toss
no worries I can take threes like Curry
Blurry vision getting compensated by my third eye
But still haven't learned why people sent to earth die
Try
I been smokin' pot
I been gettin' high
I been popping' beans
Feelin' feelin' right
I been sleepin' in
Comin' out at night
I been gettin drunk
Vision
did that
Reminiscing on the good and the bad
I feel bad, bombs over Baghdad
Fuck that, get ya bag man
All the nights we spent drinking
Throwing bottles
I'm spending time like money and my wage is hourly
I'm clever cause I stay grounded after an ounce of tree
Take a breath of Sour D, work all night I got
Army green eyes with
ColecoVision bash casually
While punks jump up and jeopardize
My head banger reality (ah) godzilla jook
Red five minus the whiny
Worldwide, look
All of my pain is on the pictures in my enemy's frame
Written in blood, my ambition is driven by thugs
Got two glock nines and I fill them with
Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off
We gon' stee
We gon' play
White powder, mayo spread get the toast
Dope daddy bring the mink for the snow
Push them T's but I get it by the O's
You been blessed by the sick
to store for a soda pop
I'm in the mall food court with my friends a lot
Sneaking out at night sometimes we getting caught
Speeding on my bike like up
for the sake of being fly
Faked my slang or hanged with gangs doin' drive by's
I greet with a smile no matter punk or mack
Recognise K.L. or I'll put
to kill
They arresting Lee Hart Infield living the
Life of a cotton mill
Enlighten by Christ so I see
The wrong in my right
Every night he gon' off
[LOC]
I'm Hip-hop by definition.
[DADDY X]
Punk rock runs through my veins.
[LOC]
I stepped on many stages.
[DADDY X]
Puffed on many strains.
[LOC]
nights taxed, cause the kid can spit
It's all about the benjamins, but I'm a real lyricist
Dont challenge, I'm worst than that damn cinnamon
Any of them
a fuckin shame
U shoulda listened now ya punk ass missin
I ain’t feelin no remorse cuz ya family cryin n wishing
U was here u woulda listened you’d be here u
won't ever see them
Maybe once or twice but we got mice
Living in a nightmare
You won't dear to spend the night
This ain't the life I choose
This the life
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