Lyrics:
communication through your dreams
Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen
Everywhere, throughout your surrounding atmosphere
Troposphere,
pictures
Pick another fight before the kick us out the exit
Walk up in the party with our guns drawn
Might just leave a body on your front lawn
I don't
But of course you know I had my fingers crossed
Chorus:
Niggaz bleed just like us
Picture me bein scared
of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot, then
LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, nigga
to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just, slip
your brain
Don't mess with us
Or you get blasted right by your brain
You got a gun
But you still got a plug
I ain't no gangsta
But I'm hanging with my
woah[00:08.08]Bvndboys[00:12.37]They ain't wanna post me now they act like paparazzi[00:15.63]Stupid bitches taking pictures in my
back (Aw haw)
I might gaw let it rip (Ouu)
This the life that we live
Young nigga in the 6ix
Drop sleep round 2
Back up by 6 (Yuh)
I gotta get it by any
a meganfox (No)
OK how about star in a Megan Fox film
By 21st Century Fox (Definitely no)
Guess that'll have to be
Another Year
(More of a VVarner Bros. guy
school[00:28.50]Hit my homie what's the move[00:29.82]We ain't got nothing to do[00:31.02]So we stay by[00:32.19]Hope I came right[00:34.37]And now I'm just
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
And if I wanna fuck I'ma hit it by myself
That bitch wanna picture by herself, by herself
I just drunk a pint of lean by myself, by myself
You ain't
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot,
I'm livin
By the gun bullets spittle
AK 40 pumpin bullets like a sickle
I'm just a head crown
Hold da jeans all white kicks
Watch 30 grand, like I slang
Cold blood
I wrote this in blood
Cold blood
If I was a painter I'd paint you a picture
Picasso with a gun aimed at his temple one more breath fore
If I'm dead
Then I'm dead by the roadside
If I'm dead, then I'm buried
By the roadside If Ion die by a car crush
Then I'm dead by December 21
I done beat the brakes off niggas
Shot the face off niggas
Pending case with the state
And I'm still out trippin'
All the feds take pictures
Fuckin'
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
New clues in the search of gunmen
Wanted for a shooting that ended in a crush
Which a 21 year old man was killed
Tonight police holds this pictures
they still get embraced by everybody
Pussy niggas (pussy niggas)
That's what the world love (world)
It's hurtful, that's what the girl I used to love
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun
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