Lyrics:
too burdened by this gold
Though it's heavy and its cold
There's some comfort in its weight
Like some iron in my hands
It could help you understand
How
(Chorus)
Uhhhh!!
I want to piss on your grave!
make me feel alright!
Yaa Yaa Yaa!!
(Repeat)
While you was eatin'
T-bone
And the voters are stupid they judge the book by it's cover
Chorus: Crime scene colon these cold streets we patrol on
Trying to get a hold on kids strapped with
could bone a girl named Jodie Foster if only he'd known.
They tested nukes in the atmosphere the sea and the dirt,
And they tested all these missiles
crazy!
Blowtorch nightlight!
These 3 words
Fuck
You
Forever!
I've slept in the depths of the devil's bed!
To find you!
To find you!
the funkiest, dopest heat on the streets
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up, find your own
Your girl gonna give you
I'm too clean for these niggas I roll G's in these swishers
Whole damn zips no lie I rock J's with Levi's
Rollin weed, brushin my hair Bumpin my new
When i die
And he said to me
Daughter of man
Can these bones live? Ohohoh
Daughter of man
Can these bones live?
And I answered
Oh Lord God
Thou
blunts till my arm look like Popeye
Till the day is bye bye
Till then, three hundred G fly by, rented
So foggy windows look tinted
We just be lookin'
to see me doin 10 in
See it's vicious out chea on these 3rd world streets
Them people tryin to stop the hustle
But yet they survivor just like me
up at the fancy hotel with Mose
By (Uh)
I like weirder beats (Uh)
I won't broke my bones
Shoot Style on my feet (Uh)
I'm busted O.P
Kraven won't be
cause you're gonna repeat, like reruns
Put your iron away, cause I got three guns
Now that we've got things up and out in the open
and clear yo, grab
can't talk
Say sum' hoes insert theyself
Nigga they beat
I could feed all these hoes all by myself
Nigga you tweet? What you like almost
Grown? Nigga you
"Chill, leave these opps
And just do music"
I tried it out for a bit, but by next week
I was bootin'
We drill on these punks for fun
So there's no way in
Surrounded by these lunatics it's ludicrous
I ain't new to this
Been doing it since oh one six
My life ain't fair but I ain't fussing I ain't throwing fits
(Chorus)
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
6 million ways to die so I chose
3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door
Verse 1
Nineteen ninety mother fuckin six
That's that shit though
Get the motherfuckin Squad packed
We got to pull these shoes out like carpet, word is
hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
I said, "I walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath
hearses followed by limos
On your forehead I see the devil's symbol
3 6's, do the arrhythmic of the witches
And Grand Wizard, can you withstand
these caps off in these bitches
So why you want to mess with this
So why you want to take off this piece
Fool I'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech
Yeah, INS, yo
La the Darkman
Hit 'em with the death blow
Yo
Yo, I'm known to spit poems, throw dice and hold tones
Show ice, puff bones, hit
a diamond in the rough cant budge me
All these 3 leaf clovers i guess im just that unlucky
Choppa fry them niggas like that chicken from Kentucky
Bitch im
in every one of his cells
It's me
Banished from the earth by Constantine
"John wicking" all these baddies like Keanu Reeves
I'm taking breath
a friend
Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it, so there it was
Anyway
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