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When beef is present the gat go boom
Then the bitch dead, God I'll see you soon
That's what we do we get shitfaced
We start beef and that bitch disgraced
He pull out a gun and try to shoot you
But you kill him first, the fuck did i do
accept my callout man.....N/T Chicken and Beer
beef aint shit unless its cooked right,
so i raise tha burners until ya meat cooked white
this tha beef in tha hood shit aint aight
when u in I.C.U machines helpin u breath right
aint no such thingz as shootin tha one or a fist fight
nukkaz packin gats in they napsacks shootin first ones on sight
Cash still doin time in tha trenches
Next topic=INSOMNIA
I can't think I can't blink, it's called imsomnia
Sleep at night is indefinite like wealth in Siberia
Eyes redshot because of lack of shut-eye
Feels like I'm high but it's tired which I..
Am expressing a feeling of bordum
Feel grumpy, make a noise and gore 'em
Damn IMSOMNIA....
N/T....9/11
9/11 I squeeze 9's and pack clips 11
sevrin several esophagus's fuck bein passive
tha towers fell murder in masses now im puttin 2 in turbans lyrkal fascist
tha faster they move on a tha plane tha quicker im blastin faggits aint throwin me ina builden nukkaz don want beef they fasten
next topic=on tour
Im on tour because of my aerodynamic skills
Not like druggies or groupies, not takin extasy pills
Im straight and sober, makin money like Im slangin
When these girls jump on stage, call it back door bangin
Dont give a fuck about laws, man I'll pay the senator
Or if I need to be disguised, halloween as janitors
LOL
N/T....Phantom Of The Opera
When I said 9/11 I was aiming for like the bombings and terrorism and shit but ok....lolQuote:
Originally Posted by Jhonny Cash
phantom of the opera ghost of the show
mask on at all time face dont show
i face jays so high i show
take care of my buisness and then i go
back to the phantom hoes singin like an opera
watch out for that dude lil rell cuz hell pop ya
n/t the soldier that survived
I go to war, and I survive the gunfire with grace
But I see people die, put a scar upon my face
I trace blood on clothing and uniforms of friends
Now I die emotinally and hope it never happens again
I leave the battlefield with a sense of terror in my mind
Hoping that this shit will never happen again to man kind
N/T.....Money Rolls
Money rolls...
Tried coming up too quick, should of slowed life down/
Decided to pick up an Ounce and try to flip it to a pound/
Steady ground started quaking disturbing ya minds peace/
Money rolled onto your mind, and slowly ya soul deceased/
The grief stricken, Money hungry cats/
Decided you was too swoll with your stacks/
So in an act of desperation, they pulled out Shotti's/
Aimed for your boys and tore apart all they bodies/
No harm done right, you got away/
But that little voice in ya head would not stray away/
Today is the day, you got revenge in ya heart/
Creepin on some cats that ripped your crew apart/
Literally dripping sweat, waiting for your moment/
To grasp fates sarcasm, you started to vomit/
You wipe yaself up, and sneak into they crib/
But they was tipped off and did what Al Pacino did/
Meetin they little friend, you grabbed onto your Soul/
And slowly started realizing Money is the root of all evil....and to your grave ya money rolled...
N/T C.R.E.A.M.
money rolls heavily, callin out for my papes steadily
shits drastic, cauze you can get robbed on the second degree
dudes actin like snakes, the type that rattles
go to police or your worst enemies and deliberately tattle
claiming they aint gettin fead, or they aint making money
claiming I put they fam in they place and they stayed hungry
bullshit like I purposely vicegripped you, never released you
i'm like what? nigga never bite the hand that feeds you
always had your back, gave you my mach when the feads creeped you
tooken drastic measures when them di's peeped you
sorry, i didnt know you wanted cream. next topic is "death is following you."
I feel a something creeping in the shadows can it be
The one and only death, tryna get a hold of me
But I'm still alive until the day I die
But am I dead? I question and I cry
Is it my time, the scent of death is near
As I here the bells of hell ring, I gain fear
He's coming for me.....
N/T...Food on the table
I work all day to bring the food on the table
Tryna get heard, to maybe be signed by labels
I succeed with my dream, but yet I still can't get by
For my family and friends..I continue to try
I lie and bend the law to get the money I need
So that I can afford to buy..food which will feed
My family...has food on the table
N/T....Silence
Get a job steal or rob, i gotta put fod on the table
So as long as my body stable, im out here body able
Real talk, no fables, out here starvin, stomach growlin
Gotta keep that burner to heat up when niggihz wildin
My daughter tuggin at my coat, sayin, "daddy im starvin"
My girl lookin at me holdin her belly, im tellin u its hard man
next topic: Providin for ya family
Somedays I think I'm in this world to provide for my family
So that we can be, the people that live so happily
Have many different things, kept up with the ages
But still read fairy tales, all those many pages
Live through the good and the bad, left behind as memories
But I provide for my family, whats called necessities