Chorus)

always ever all days death before dishonor

comin back as though I can still see if you got static

fuck tryin' to steal me shit you gon' have to kill me

and if somebody cappin Ima tell em what happens when my emotions erupt

shots make me duck thats when Ima have to fuck you up



(verse 1)

its like uh ah muthafucka cant fight the feelin the way Ima fuck em

have an orgasm but for the orchasm hit em as if a 4-5 buck em

talk about a man being scared, I done killed him be dead in his tomb

still shakin

hit em in his body and his head, now be found in heaven with the wound

still achin'

I wonder if his voice still breakin'

better be cause I steadily

hit him with gats and styles that heavily

armed and dangerous and deadily

that ahead of me recieve two holes like the letter B

better you instead of me, breakin peace can increase your chances

to delete your advances for slate I can paint this peice on canvas

with a paint brush that a nigga cant truss like a god so I cant rush

wont crush

if you ever heard about a crew that cant bust then motherfucker it

aint us; dont touch

a mike or a gun if you aint gonna use it,

do it

claiming your weapons and tecs and you gonna be checked and fluid

prove it

cuz no matter who it is cant tell the westside to leave a bitch shedding

tears

the young kill everyday the old itchin to kill cuz they aint offed

a nigga dead in years

shoot him dead in his, this style of flow is a verbal calico

make a chest ripple

they get a call from the sky sayin they all gonna die

dont leave the rest crippled



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(verse 2)

mikers, mikers be tryin to take mine and leave a motherfucker

cold as a crisis

with a technique as cold as isis, and mikes as my control devices

or do I gotta get off some nigga shit

show the biggest dick with the biggest clique that be hazardous if

I let the trigga click

you dont benefit if a nigga get from the rage if he live it just a

little bit; so go on with the riddle shit

if you got something to stress then get it off your chest and

we can take it to the middle bitch

and go on get it on and I bet you that the outcome is that I'm leavin

niggas out done, cut up

but its odd to see a motherfucker outrun just because he let his

mouth run so shut up

and sit back if you know whats good for you I can still overthrow you

I dont give a fuck about the fact that the hood know you

dont make a nigga have to show you

that Ima die before you make an ass of me stop as if you took a blast

at me and cause tragedy

that was how it was that was how it is and thats the way it has to be



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(verse 3)

its like uh, ah, sit back and let the shit just straight marinate

I pull the stage curtain back like norman bates

performin hates smokin on some reefer performin fate

its a constant struggle for us white boys with the shit hittin licks

in the scuffle for us

my nigga lucky made him bleed fear is if to proceed to bust

if he a different type of breed from us

so yall petty niggas need to hush; two straight to you brain means pains

inflicted

even if it aint things to taunt pain like rage till my brain is wicked

aint even lived out a quarter of your lifetime tryin to push product

and aint servin the right kind and aint strivin the right rhymes

but Ima shorten your lifeline

through the pipeline I vocal cold bust em plus them with killers

jaw stealers throw dealers rushin parties bloody body chillers

pretty casket fillers

cuz those niggas got they shit together

we come pay to Creator's Way and dont gotta be but then again whatever



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