A to the K to the 4 to the 7. Little devils don't go to heaven. Da Lench Mob. . An AK talks and bullshit runs. I wish I had time to count all my guns.
It's chronic how we're bombing our body,. it's like a comet coming at ya,. trapped in thought, crack out the rapture.. Time warp, waiting for stormy weather.
Da Grym Reefer: (Verse 1). . Riches all these niggaz want. Riches all the niggaz want. You'd think they would know how to get the money. But they really don't.
Verse 1. . I don't. Care what another. Thinks about a motherfucker. My life began in the gutter. I live. Therefore I suffer. . The pressure made you crusha.
Da Grym Reefer:. I was just thinking, man. I can't listen to a niggaz CD. . ...Or song. Without a nigga talking about. How much money they got. How they got all the dope.
Sup motherfuckers. Grym Reefer in this bitch. . Sum of All Fears. . Welcome to the album nigga. . This what you wanted?. This what you been waiting on?.
Da Grym Reefer:. I be sitting back. Thinking of all kind of shit. Like that movie. The Wizard of Oz and shit. How they went somewhere over the rainbow.
Verse 1:. . This world is full of niggaz. Who be plottin and scheming. That's why your babies. Who were born anges grow to be demons. . Semen. Contaminated with a gangster mentality.
Yeah, this song here...is about..... . Fuck it. Just listen..... . (Verse 1). . Everybody thinks they know me. Just because they know my name. But no one knows my pain.
Although I try to keep my heart pure. Like the good book. My thoughts. Are Banned From YouTube. And too raw for Facebook. And Twitter and got enough space.
(Verse 1). . My son was born. June 4th, 2007. I was going through hell. But was sent. A little piece of heaven. . And with that piece of heaven. I learned to count my blessings.
Oh oh people of the earth. Listen to the warning. The Seer he said. Beware the storm that gathers here. Listen to the wise man. . I see no day, I heard him say.
Why am I lonely?. Why make a bitch my one and only.... Open up to get to know me. And to only find her phony?. . Why don't we walk it out. Move forward and talk it out.
"Nigga you ain't shit!. You wasn't shit when you was here!. I seen you do that shit on-. That's the same shit you was doing at the pool room, nigga!. It ain't nothin....".
(Da Grym Reefer). Nowadays. Everybody talking bout. How they're on. . But the game. Is really in the worst state I've ever known. . From the rappers to the fans.
(Verse 1). . I'm half Malcolm. Half Kennedy. Friend. Half enemy. Band. Half symphony. Dope. Put simply. . Half coke. Half Earth. Half baking soda. Half a block.
(Verse). . I don't give fuck about shit. But getting paid. . Fuck friends. . Niggaz hate too much in the J. . Fuck these hoes. 90% of these bitches here are gay.
Da Grym Reefer: (talking). I be online sometime,. Surfing the internet. . (Verse 1). ...And it seems like. Every few months. There's an earthquake or tsunami.
(Intro). Is this the real life?. Is this just fantasy?. Caught in a landslide,. No escape from reality. . (Verse 1). I got banned from YouTube. For Death Wish.
1st verse:. . (Chorus). . Mama, oooooooh. I don't want to die. Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all (echoes). . (Grym Reefer!!! Death Wish 2!!!. Sophomore's Curse!!! Let's go, nigga!!!.