i havnt spit on the computer in a grip. tell me what you all think...
back once agian
its me N*Sane
snitches wish i would vanish but here i still remain
fearin like bitches when they see me with that axe posted outside they window lookin syko standin in the rain
these murder thoughts so locced to the brain
mutha fucca i tried
but i cant maintain
no mother figure in the picture
she didnt hesitate to drop me like i was hot
every night kickin it with the homies
drinkin and smokin dank at the kick it spot
prayin daily for my little bro hopin he dont get got
thoughts flowing through my brain wonderin if hes ever gonna get shot
he never fails hes always the one to come up with the succesful murder plot
mini mike took a slug through the back and it barely missed his spine
when we see them bitches focused on my brain they are all gonna be mine
spitten hollow tip slugs aimed at the dome out my tech nine
makin sure mutha fuccas come out the hospital havin a headache atleast blind
this place here we call San Jo aint no joke
bammer not allowed its always that bomb shit that we smoke
we gotta hustle our shit and stay up we cant stand to be broke
nortenos down here aint givin a fuck
have nothin to lose they all syko locc
so when you rollin through this hood
four zero eight
stand clear these slugs are flyin and they wont hesitate
to send your momma to your funeral
in that black dress aint no way shes gonna be runnun late
always strapped up wearin my vest
aint tryin to get a hot one lodged in my breastplate
back once agian
its me N*Sane
snitches wish i would vanish but here i still remain
fearin like bitches when they see me with that axe posted outside they window lookin syko standin in the rain
these murder thoughts so locced to the brain
mutha fucca i tried
but i cant maintain
no mother figure in the picture
she didnt hesitate to drop me like i was hot
every night kickin it with the homies
drinkin and smokin dank at the kick it spot
prayin daily for my little bro hopin he dont get got
thoughts flowing through my brain wonderin if hes ever gonna get shot
he never fails hes always the one to come up with the succesful murder plot
mini mike took a slug through the back and it barely missed his spine
when we see them bitches focused on my brain they are all gonna be mine
spitten hollow tip slugs aimed at the dome out my tech nine
makin sure mutha fuccas come out the hospital havin a headache atleast blind
this place here we call San Jo aint no joke
bammer not allowed its always that bomb shit that we smoke
we gotta hustle our shit and stay up we cant stand to be broke
nortenos down here aint givin a fuck
have nothin to lose they all syko locc
so when you rollin through this hood
four zero eight
stand clear these slugs are flyin and they wont hesitate
to send your momma to your funeral
in that black dress aint no way shes gonna be runnun late
always strapped up wearin my vest
aint tryin to get a hot one lodged in my breastplate