4 starters, i’ll send men who act retarded 2 the depths of tartarus ,
rest with the others who departed .
a life style far from marvelous , live in a barbarous country .
where the young die hungry .
i can’t find paradise, even when i close my eyes at night .
hearing the lightning striking right Bside my home ,
such a furious storm .
alcohol carries me off in 2 a dark deep gloomy room ,
where a air virus enters my wound .
A heart that harbors hate & became bruised. everyday i lose my faith
4 dear sake ,god couldn’t & wouldn’t save this tainted saint .
aim the pistol 2 my brain its the hour of madness .
should i end my savageness , put the pistol down and pick up a bigger caliber ,
rather take out my anger out on amateurs. Born a gang member .
i hang with gangster ,that happens 2 B my brothers & sisters .
aint no motherfucker quicker then me,
pulling the trigger on perpetrators who dare 2 speak .
the only thing thats normal, is the paranormal .
my methods remain formal & resourceful
A invitation 4 living reckless & dangerous
the lord lured me in 2 Los Angeles
with the hope 2 absolve me from my sins .
This hustler , renewed his clunker.
bumping my music while i’m risking mine and others lives,
when I’m behind the wheel of my vehicle
Now I’m drunk & driving ,
In my lane flying trying 2 C the horizon .
reach my destination, a short vacation weed elevates my brain so i can mediate .
but i can’t escape the weight of life’s tyranny .
so i murder my enemy ,B4 they do on 2 me
though I’m free, I’m still doing a life sentence, only deference
theres no bars or barbwire fences .
i stay drunk & shoot guns & fuck sluts who give it up.
but its never enough.
need 2 get back slanging drugs, hop in my droptop automobile
need 2 clock them dollar bills
kus a nigga needs his meal .
here comes another dark-skin man.
i went from points 2 grams ,ounces 2 pounds
moving Megatons now .
i would’ve made my predecessors proud .
if they where still around, pour a little on the ground.
stay hip and predict that addicts always want a hit .
don’t need a psychic 4 the obvious .
trying 2 get rich bitch .
aint a thing switch .
its a all day thang .
Do i enjoy 2 destroy, what we call America
never wanted 2 inherit,this new era of terror .
been on my own, since i can remember .
hustling in the summer & winter, no home added a cold dinner .
in a rundown house I’m peeping out of a brittle window.
asking god 2 show me a single signal .
a lowlife criminal, giving the middle finger as a gesture , 2 whoever
wants what i treasure.
i reckon U kop a weapon and take shelter ,No one is gonna help U .
I’m a failure And i lack sensitivity ,raised in our inner-cities
police oversee our community, drugs run the streets
and its at full capacity . i often wonder about my family .
when i look back on, how they did me wrong ,I’m glad their gone .
Show no sympathy. So this makes me a bad human-being, knowing my capability .
Now time 2 combine my mind with horrifying notions ,
cover all 4 parts of our Oceans .
with hallucinogen and other substances, that the general public wants
and I’m at fault .
got 2 increase my income 4 a young G ,
i finally see, that things aren’t always what they seem .
i spit the truth a family i never knew, gross my revenue ,
ain’t a thang new.
fiends receive what they need, my spirit is unclean,
kus I’m profiting off their dependency on cream .
i benefit from weed and booze , fuck looking towards the future,
government has computers , R defense R transmitted 2 nuclear weapons
worst then any woman’s deception.
questions with no answers ,not a thing matters ,dreams R shattered
and promises R scattered in 2 the wind .
as ancient as satan’s grin . shinning as the morning star
Lucifer doesn’t lurk in the dark .
hides in plain sight.no ordinary guy but that isn’t a surprise
i stay high keep a nine 4 security ,the city life isn’t all cracked up 2 B
my techniques R fast as technology in this 21st century
on the grind getting mine, modify my mind .
Kus i carry out crime, twice a day .
only reward in war is a grave .
I’m a get my dough B4 i go
Dealt as if U where trash .
bodies decay in garbage-bags,placed underground and erase from memory.
fade away from your family its an effective strategy.
all their left with is a short-term consciousness,U won’t B missed ,
and this isn’t anonymous. That U where a has been, good riddance ,
now back 2 business as schedule ,no ones special .
a pistol is a vassal 4 a rebel.
if i highlight my life of troubles, you’ll find the devil in the guidelines
dug deep inside my mind .
its stored in the back of my skull .
wears away at my soul.
as i age i gain strength,trained not 2 leave a trace
cops cannot explain,they go blank & utter inexplicably on images they see on the scene.
i bring the death penalty, but without the mercy .
remove the victims organisms, i have a system i show no kind of suspicion.
2 B more specific,i sink bodies in the pacific .
sleep with the fishes and thee other strangers, hoist the anchor .
coasting in my boat ,smoking and drowning in a sea of liquor .
rigger and set sail ,I’m off and back 2 land .
no relief I’m back serving fiends ,police R giving me kinetic energy .
turn the key and i’ll hit a velocity ,that no car could ever reach,
shift in 2 light-speed .
its physics , I’m here only for minutes ,I’m solid drinking liquid,
till I’m finish ,then replenish my cup .
i stay loaded and drunk .i keep a pump 4 punks
who’s all-thumbs .
always truant couldn’t stand the bullshit as a student .
Pull the trigger shot a bullet ,where no coolant could cool it.
ammunition flew & blew his respiration as well his inspiration. Stay strap thats a fact ,
my examples R shown in battle,
what i’ve seen can’t B cancel,
saddle up for my next voyage ,with the home-boys
storage up, on more guns and slugs and can goods .
keep a gat 2 protect my manhood .
my wisdom wasn’t given by religion ,
the 357 is the modern crucifixion .
hanging on numerous avenues clocking loot,
with a ruthless group.
when i move its with an enormous multitude of foot soldiers .
causing commotion set deadly explosions, it well never B over .
cleaning my revolver, so all my cylinders can fire.
kus i can die 4 something minor.
its a constant reminder ,i smoke 2 ease my brian.
rather C death or B left 2 starve, 2 spend the rest of my life right behind bars .
over some phony charge .
needing my paper ,rather C it sooner then later .
writing my suicide letter,
My only wish, is i wonder if its better after this .
it isn’t a difficult task 2 blast and empty the clip .
keep my eyes peeled ,walk around town with a steel
don’t want 2 rob & kill .
keeping it real, declare war on punk whores ,
holding a shinny forty-4 having no kind of remorse .
just a few of us make it up out the sewer ,
a ruler in this god forsaken waste ,
i keep a piece on my waist, till i reach my grave
giving society a taste of this unsavorily flavor .
as i take pleasure in murdering Betrayers .
I’m shooting off shots , target my mark and plot .
my own prayers could save me mayBe its my strange thoughts ,
my unforgiven decisions got me locked out of heaven
unleash my criminal behavior towards haters
I`m going upstairs - John Lee Hooker (by Magcio1986)” my mother is dead and gone my father don’t want me around “ A-Fucking-men
1V. As the globe spins its terrible trouble 4 my dark-skin,fighting with grown men,born 2 throw hands is what i stand 4, how i put it down U can’t ignore,i bring a lethal force, leaving nothing but a dead corpse,my chore cleaning my forty4 ,I’m a rotten fella,hear my pistol sing ACappella aint a thing better when she sings on key & from what i seen ,my baby evacuates the streets,just left a decease body on the scene, worst then any disease,society is displeased kus rather then doing charity,I’m drug dealing in cities & around our community & this doesn’t mean a damn thing 2 me, getting high fuck being polite 2 a punk i dislike,got a hurtful soul,circle your home then i unload my chrome,leaving just empty copper shells,i won’t fail,my gun barrel spit out slugs,such adrenaline rush,love 2 touch machine-guns and any type of weapon,love ’em like i do women,when in my possession i buck them in any position & cut down competition,as if its a tradition read this raw edition, have punk hoez sleeping below with fishes,A feeling of good riddance,if given a chance blast under any circumstance, as i glance in2 my past kus it no longer existing,world wouldn’t give a fuck if i ended up missing,
A advocate kus I’m hellbent, my spirit been always absent,since an adolescent my lesson & policy B if living in poverty & the value of your property ain’t worth shit,find away 2 switch it,shake bitches kus they B counterfeit,Own the ownership of this house while I’m breaking down an Ounce,announce 2 these junkies that R drug hungry in this country,i got a remedy if U have the money,making bank as i hit the dank & sip my drank this is A Soul of A saint
Cowards don’t deserve 2 breathe or breed they need 2 B extinct & put 8 feet deep beneath the earth,toking green herb, I’m sure my challengers they’ll burn in hell & curse with a wicked spell, hope they’re souls go up in smoke with an unpleasant smell,as well I’m gonna ditch these fucking pigs & their stench,when given a chance i’ll hop a fence & create distance,have a sickness I’ve been binge drinking 4 weeks,feeling jinxed, sitting in my Lincoln,with a legion of demons screaming in my head,I’m better off dead,sipping liquor out of my flask container,stacking cash its a no brainer,hustling till i meet my maker,I’m frustrated cause I’m worthy of damnation,hear the whispers of satan,what was murmured was the word murder,heard their hums,so i keep a gun on me,run with a coldblooded army,where glocks sing in harmony & punks get shot 4 arguing,
I’m at the throats of those i loathe as i show empathy,by unloading my ammo till I’m empty,I’m in my twenties & I’m barely hanging on,giving a fuck whether its right or wrong, as i explore for more terrain, 2 hustle off this cocaine mane,my main thing is 2 get mine, punks best 2 step aside, inhale this weed,while serving nose candy 2 fiends,let them freebase,i have a strap by my waist, as i pace around this place thats gone 2 waste,I’m full of shame Bkus of my guilt,Hell the problem thats bothering me is people R killed over this dollar bill,what a dirty deal….”
Why procrastinate hit the lonely highway,without delay it can end in seconds even in a domestic environment, point the iron at men,I’m never alone i keep a chrome even if I’m fucking at a hoes home,can’t trust her hormones,my testosterones got me happy & hyped,fuck whats right I’m holding on 2 my N9ne,2 keep motherfuckers inline,i don’t lie theres no reason 2,getting high on the roof with a young group blazing weed,bitch’s keep us company,ain’t no hoe out my league, I’m not conceited,born a delinquent walking around with a millimeter, aint a daydreamer,fuck building castles in the air,lets get this clear life isn’t fair,i come prepared having punks scared,while sucker R stricken with fright and R paralyzed kus their petrified,of my pump that bumps in the night,Kus i just might tiptoe close 2 my foe and blow his fucking neck & dome right off his shoulders,kus he showed off and he was soft,the cost of ones soul is lost,was i misguided,throughout my personal crisis,my diet includes food alcohol weed and nicotine,finishing the liquid liquor that i drink,in my 56 continental lincoln,its that season fuck your secrets
I’m on the brink punks don’t want conflict, bullets i spit and blood is shed as it drips out of this mortal remains, A dead body gets drained,another slaughtered in this game,as i explain in layman’s terms,the dead doesn’t return…”
strong alcohol with lemon, fuck clean living bring me cigarettes liquor weed and women, see as hours roll,I’m finding that I’m getting old as time go’s,it became apparent i never knew my parents,pops & mom was embarrass had 2 get-rid of a tyrant,wonder why I’m violent and addicted 2 violence ,A family of orphans involved in extortion, born without any immense importance, just a burden,drinking bourbon early,worldly success has me thirsty,I’m in my twenties and caring less,having meaningless sex,I’m never content,and never been,fuck acting like a gentleman, come correct or get chin check ,upset and starting and finishing shit that i had underway, punks is lame give a fuck what U claim & your gang can get banged,kus it aint a thang 2 a genuine a G,bitch please a original criminal on these L.A street,sneaky tricks get hit with hollow-tips leaving no finger prints on the copper,no officer or helicopter can corner me,
finding a freak 2 fuck,get up on your knees slut,till i bust a nut,its unethical, walking around with a loaded pistol,I’m nothing special don’t believe in miracles…”
2Pac - Thug Nigga (by FreestyleDT)” when we ride we fly by bitches blow me kisses “
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