Lyrics:
kripples, getting served by the hospitals, modern day dope
If you fit the description, there is no hope, just getting slammed down by your throat
Listen! It's
you.
I'll put the dutch out on your nike' boots.
Pull my nuts out on your wife in the mic booth.
Then situate with her at the end of the night too.
Those
Bo Peep (Sheep)
Your bitch my main squeeze, uh, got her down by her knees
Niggas try to steal my sauce but, they can't take my stease
In the backyard
Malo
Sebi moti be lekan
Baby Malo se re gun fuwa
You dey my life to give me peace of mind
Or you leave on time,
Verse
Calm down
I Done tire pet your
my four four packed, don't pull back
So roll back, regroup, thank me 'for you come up
Please put your gun up, fool you gettin done up
I'm
Days of Thunder
It's Road Rage, your days are numbered
What RZA put together let no man tear asunder (motherfucker!)
This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow
to
crush your plans. You ain't Son of Sam with a
gun in hand. I'd love a tramp ‘fore I bump your jams
'cause you stand as much a chance of advancing
the darkness is my fault
And I never skipped a day
But the footsteps just won't trace
So I can't even tell you
Yea
Getting choked by the hands on the clock
You
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
'bout bitches bein' your sons
How you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight with guns
When the only shot you ever
out the station in a day or two
Dedication and a little patience
Lead to domination on my way to greatness
Don't put yourself up in a situation
what's really wrong with these racist days
I honor the strong and pity the weak
Your thoughts run your life, be careful what you think
Haiti beat
no more
Saw my teacher miss elaine at the grocery store
I waited by her car, she asked: "why aren't you in school? "
Put my gun up to her head
asked for
Like when you cheated on with friends
When you beaten on by trends
And your music corny to a viewer cus you anti what they buy
What they
as realest gets, terror to terrorists
If you put your hands out
I'mma crush your fingertips
Fuck Bloomberg, that man absurd
Throw him in the trunk right up
persuasive stimulation
For gradual, subliminal, mental emancipation
You feel free? Well, that's too bad, congratulations
I thank God, because since day one,
this, man let's
Just put our guns down
And let's settle this with
A fuckin' conversation
Joe, if you kill that man, you die next
I repeat If you kill that
love in my city just animals ready to shred your heart
Talk down on me we'll take a little stroll out Leakin Park
Yeah theres killers all amongst us
Back in the days, into the chamber 36
Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix
Provided by EQ
Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose
Man your whole crew
you got, or get your ass shut the fuck up
Run em down and gun em down yeah that's how we do it
Niggaz get killed, and then filled with embalming
you got, or get your ass shut the fuck up
Run em down and gun em down yeah that's how we do it
Niggaz get killed, and then filled with embalming
hard to believe
That I could be delivered by falling on one knee
You said don't worry
Put your trust in me
Cry out the name Jesus
Just watch and see
We
with this heavy metal i'ma rock ya
I clear yo fuckin' block ya, bring your guns
Ya bring your goons
And I'm killin' all 9 of y'all motherfuckers
This is
to shine bright
And keep getting better the goals reaching divine height
Ever get so down when your thoughts go toxic
Like you bought everything you want but
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