Lyrics:
the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought
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been pressed by a bitch (by a bitch)
Murder and the money on my mind (on my mind)
My palm and my trigger finger itch, bitch
I been in my bag (bag),
heavy they moving it
I stay posted up I'ma bulletin
If they brandish the pistols they using em
Tug on the trigger
Like
We wish a nigga would
Don't come by
gotcha
All of y'all sweet, taste like kombucha
Niggas to friendly, ain't no koombaya
If I got enemies we sliding by y'all
Load up the clip n we sending em
Somethin' foreign on the plate
We be scoring by the 8
We be pouring by the 8
Niggas dishin' out the weight
You can get it by the whole half, quarter,
What about lil' Jason up in prison?
You think an 8 year old had bad intentions?
Pullin' the trigger on dad just barely killed him
Just wanted
unless my cock's soft
Long nights by the fire me a Trigger.....go figure
[Chorus]
I'm a desperate rado
Didn't take any practice
A desperate rado
You're taking two to your head, I'm coming fed
(Is he dead?) Yeah, he dead
"It had to be a murder"
"Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature"
"It had
this a bitch y'all figure
It only takes a trigger and 12.98 plus tax to potentially murder 50 niggas
So motherfuckers better duck like Daffy
Cause
to solve em
They don't know, it only leads the way
to a bright more positive day
By itself, it's NOT the bright day
Sit up straight, and hear
in traffic with the top down in the summer
I got this Glock up in my lap, 'cause you know we in the jungle
I pull the trigger, let it rumble
I can't
trigger
We makin too much money movin weight
And before you hit my cuts, you better get your shit straight
'Cause it ain't safe to just try and show yo
Empowered by the poisonous touch of my silver plated advocate,
I gently squeeze its trigger to paint him red.
Decide a man's fate and impersonate god.
I
how the nightingale sings
3 a.m. 7th June
We demolished the bottom of Messines
Trigger down, thorn apart by the whirlpool of flame
nineteen explosions
A good day
To watch the world pass you by
Pretend
There's a friend in the herd
You ache for the real thing
But it?s hard to be sure
A shame
So much
you go
You pull the trigger, let them know
Saved by strangers, killed by ghosts
And I am happy to be there
I need it, I need it, I need it, I need
expose him to no body
Unless somebody, who want him in his body
To love and cherish and from this trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til
wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Song knockin on hoe's answerin machine, uhh
True baller, bitch page might call
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
stack two floors that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach
I be fight seats by that rope
Make me so sick I could vomit
Gin with no tonic
Cheat on my
'cause they give it up quicker and they learn to pull a trigger
All role models on TV
Most of us ain't got a TV, you feel me?
Shit, Michael Jordan don't
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found
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