[Chorus]
In Ma hood the only way you could get yo words out was in Graffitti
Ya Try 'n speek yo mind 'n homies pull out Gunz so big - it was like dey made from acme
Stack D's - I got a dolla stack to da sky - Man Bullet's rickashey ova' a homies head
Look back 'n fire - Man I thought you was a bro's ally?
There aint noone you could trust 'n ya life - I got two homies - 'n they my dice
Anotha located at ma waist - A 9 mili heater - Thug Beater - Takin the Life of a Thug Breather
Thug's see her - Then they on da floo'a second later
Catored by a hollow tip - Then a platnium Grit -
Man ma teeth bitin harder then a pit - Virgin bitches aint even seen there own clit
Pullin out their Insides - I mean shit - Brotha Lynch Said it better
"Cant live witout da Sick"
I got this rap game to rememba' ma name
It's like it's stained wit' permiment marka' all up in their brain
I came wit heat in da battle's - so many bitches rydin ma dick I had to rent out saddles /
wit a pocket full of cash - 'n a pipe full of hash - I make shit happen
when im done i leave so much blood it's beyond one napkin
[Chorus]
Wishin to die - Side By Side wit ma maker - God im givin up my soul are you a taker?/
Posted up on da cross to die - Me - Im posted up on a cloud in da sky /
But the soul remains on the contrete surounded in chalk /
Where my foot's outlined thats where I took my last walk /
and where you see ma skull skethced out - thats where a homie talked his last talk /
'n where the hands are - thats the last time I held my mother /
I left the house - neva' thinkin I should have said "I love you" to my brother /
Neva knew that I shouldnt have had that arguement last night with my dad /
Neva' knew the last time my family and friends would see me would be in a black bag /
The Last time I'd be sittin down there'd be a toe~tag - sayin me name and date of birth /
Well Now Im laid in the hurse - Wood over my body /
I thought that If I were to die defendin the game - I'd be burried wit a shottie /
But instead I'd be shot wit a tommie - 'n 6 feet under /
Spendin the rest ma life wit da sound of silence 'n occasionaly thunder /
If I could turn around what would I do diffrent? /
I wouldnt have spakred that first joint - Wouldnt have reached for ma first hollow~point /
Took ma first shot - Shot ma first Shot - Caught by the first Cop /
[Chorus]
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It sounds good lyricaly.. Trust me I jus spit it.. But the text is nothin special.. and i did this a lil while ago.. Recycled some old spits.. Anways I should have the song up on ma soundclick page real soon.
In Ma hood the only way you could get yo words out was in Graffitti
Ya Try 'n speek yo mind 'n homies pull out Gunz so big - it was like dey made from acme
Stack D's - I got a dolla stack to da sky - Man Bullet's rickashey ova' a homies head
Look back 'n fire - Man I thought you was a bro's ally?
There aint noone you could trust 'n ya life - I got two homies - 'n they my dice
Anotha located at ma waist - A 9 mili heater - Thug Beater - Takin the Life of a Thug Breather
Thug's see her - Then they on da floo'a second later
Catored by a hollow tip - Then a platnium Grit -
Man ma teeth bitin harder then a pit - Virgin bitches aint even seen there own clit
Pullin out their Insides - I mean shit - Brotha Lynch Said it better
"Cant live witout da Sick"
I got this rap game to rememba' ma name
It's like it's stained wit' permiment marka' all up in their brain
I came wit heat in da battle's - so many bitches rydin ma dick I had to rent out saddles /
wit a pocket full of cash - 'n a pipe full of hash - I make shit happen
when im done i leave so much blood it's beyond one napkin
[Chorus]
Wishin to die - Side By Side wit ma maker - God im givin up my soul are you a taker?/
Posted up on da cross to die - Me - Im posted up on a cloud in da sky /
But the soul remains on the contrete surounded in chalk /
Where my foot's outlined thats where I took my last walk /
and where you see ma skull skethced out - thats where a homie talked his last talk /
'n where the hands are - thats the last time I held my mother /
I left the house - neva' thinkin I should have said "I love you" to my brother /
Neva knew that I shouldnt have had that arguement last night with my dad /
Neva' knew the last time my family and friends would see me would be in a black bag /
The Last time I'd be sittin down there'd be a toe~tag - sayin me name and date of birth /
Well Now Im laid in the hurse - Wood over my body /
I thought that If I were to die defendin the game - I'd be burried wit a shottie /
But instead I'd be shot wit a tommie - 'n 6 feet under /
Spendin the rest ma life wit da sound of silence 'n occasionaly thunder /
If I could turn around what would I do diffrent? /
I wouldnt have spakred that first joint - Wouldnt have reached for ma first hollow~point /
Took ma first shot - Shot ma first Shot - Caught by the first Cop /
[Chorus]
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It sounds good lyricaly.. Trust me I jus spit it.. But the text is nothin special.. and i did this a lil while ago.. Recycled some old spits.. Anways I should have the song up on ma soundclick page real soon.