I grew up on the foul side. Nickel-bag valcyte. Purple tops, two for fives. I had seven grams. Outside with my eleven mans. On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands.
[Intro]. Aye yo you. Still up at the hood spots. Still no security, still gotta swaga like my pops. Still water run deep when that coke is cheap. But when that price go south, get your surf boards out.
I done had money. I done been broke. I done been talked about something awful. Done been lied on by so many folks. I done even been depressed at times.
Ok is this thing on here. Ok it's my turn to talk about it, alright. I want to talk about the Lyfe Jennings project. Album number 3... now this project kind of reminds me of an ephipany I once had back in the old country ya know Jersey..
See, women change every day. So that means that you have to learn her every day. You know? It's like going back to college, man. Let me show you what I've learned about my wife.
Haterz gettin mad. cuz they btch chose me. All we do is smoke and fck. and drink Hennessy. (Bruh I just fck' em and leave em'). Haterz gettin mad. cuz they btch chose me.
She cold blooded. like a zombie. (ya, ya, ya). She don't give a f*ck about you n.i.g.g.a.z. like Romney. (ya, ya, ya). She a stripper. but her family like the Cosby's.
Night and stars above that shine so bright. The myst'ry of their fading light. That shines upon our caravan. . Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep. Across the sand so I may keep.
Well, I came down there with my hat caved in. Oh I'll go back home with my pocket full of tin oh doo-dah day. Goin' to run all night, goin' to run all day.
How long can you hold out against me. How long can you resist to kiss me. 'Cause you know you want to. You know I want to. I know I want to. You know you want to.
I thought love was enough. But truth is love is dead. I'm pretending I'm a ghost. So you can sleep well in your bed. But you just make me sick. And you just haunt my dreams.
I'm begging you! please!. Take the life from my.... I'm begging you! please!. Withstand the way to go!. Withstand...withstand the pain, I sent to, you!.
As you begin to fall.. A terror with those that fear.. A trust in your beliefs.. Be forced to no release.. The corrosion fills your mind.. Your eyes turn to stone..
Chopped in half. . Feel the blood spill from your mouth. With rotting ways comes destiny. Feel the soul taking over, bleed!. . Chopped in half. . Feel the blood spill from your mouth.
After the battle is over. And the sand's drunken the blood. All what there remains. Is the bitterness of delusion. . The immortality of the Gods. Sits at their side.
Artist: Obituary. Transciptter/Copy righter: LSlasher [SLT]. Band's artists:. Frank Watkins. James Murphy. John Tardy - Vocal. Trevor Peres. Donald Tardy.
With the dying. . Rot in hell religious one. (Cold fate) the chosen son. Find the darkness kill the day. You said you'd never cease saying. . We're the cause of death.
Yo, testing.. This thing back on again.. Alright, perfect, God damn good.. Yo, this is Rondell Beene,. I'm back on the motherfuckin' scene,. And I'm upset as a motherfucker..
[Bugz]. Gimme some hash. And when I trip nigga gimme ya mask. Then after that lend me your mack and gimme your cash. That precious thing you call a life ill put an end to fast.
[Gun shots followed by screaming]. . [Proof:]. Pow-pow! Straight off the corral. Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile. Is vexed without the techs and six shooter.