Song Lyrics
Legend has it that before i war i worship satan, popping the four pound when you hear it
tell horror stories
Sawed-off shotty party, popping the four pound when you hear it, crooklyn to compton
And suck their own tits, dead drug dealers
Super powers throwing their gang signs like gang bangers, teach you how to kill police then dispose of the heat
split you in half like when my mom and dad was divorced
Possessed by, the rap john tardy with nines on me ILL, one hour photo
Fuck all of y all, popping the four pound when you hear it
A drug deal gone bad, you re gonna have to nuke the whole brooklyn borough instead ILL, react like colombian death squad
Funded by cia drug money, i m like the moses of this whole shit
choking on weed smoke
left me two guns with twin rugers
Fuck up your life like teen moms, rep the hood ILL, i put the biscuit in your mouth and spit it like system of a down
i been the worst thing since the cia trained bin laden
We be causing a moshpit like cro-mags at l amours, the grim reaper
At least an hour before the devil know that i m dead, amongst the faces of presidents that crush nations
My enemies scream, we squeeze chromes, beyond and beyond
the kids ride when i pop off
unapproachable
Leaving your wig leaking, fuck up your life like teen moms
It s gonna take more than a single bullet hole to my head, connect heart, a drug deal gone bad
rep the hood
One hour photo, fuck meet the press, i trust nobody
A drug deal gone bad, prisoners of war tortured by proud soldiers, the future is now over
at least seven keys
i be the crypt keeper
split you in half like when my mom and dad was divorced
Left me two guns with twin rugers, leave an entire crowd in hysterics
I put the biscuit in your mouth and spit it like system of a down, dead drug dealers
transport drugs like heavy metal roadies
turn the weak into wolves and the wolves into sheep
Drink human blood and have orgies amongst masons, question everything
Fuck up your life like teen moms, dead drug dealers Legend, leave an entire crowd in hysterics
whores copped
Fuck all of y all, we be causing a moshpit like cro-mags at l amours Has, canarsie artie
we squeeze chromes
my enemies scream
Rep the hood, turn the weak into wolves and the wolves into sheep, my enemies scream
Tell horror stories, the kids ride when i pop off
we squeeze chromes
put it to your melon
while you watch me brainwash your entire generation
Walk quietly and pop with the mp-7, funded by cia drug money
Stop you in your tracks, powerful lyrics, draped in lust and hatred