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Diabolical Rhymes/Beat - Bizzy Bone
Diabolical Rhymes 2005
April 16, 2005
MP3 3.2 MB
128 kbps bitrate
0:00 minutes
Lyrics
UNLEASHED Pug Mug: Worried life is passin me by Encouraging me ta commit suicide from the laughta's inside/ A raza blade ta mah gut Pull out mah ass thru mah butt A suicidal maniac, panican Bout as tough as a mannequin/ But I'm the only 1 that has ta pay fa that Wonda how I manage, I juss cant change the act/ Walked a mile on granite, thought it was water Only got 1 bandage, but watch as they double cross ya/ Will I be crucified on the cross or shot dead Who is right, choose to fight against lucifer on the lost end/ Suppose ta be a rainy day instead got sun Another water breaks, of slaughter stakes, thats how u know the earth is done/ Pops out, already red him self, y even bother cleanin him off Mother cries, cause she's the other adult ta die, steamingly hot/ As I shed a tear fo' my mother of 1 peer, but I don't regret nuthin I did, so suicidly crazy Bitch fucc this, who's the fatha that fuccin made me?/ Chorus: Thinkin I Got You Fuckin Bitches On Lockdown Try ta step ta us you know ya ass’ll get knocked out/ My Four Glisten Pistol Bitch you gonna get shot now SouthSide is ridin so you know you gettin dropped out/ Spyda: Smackin niggaz down betta gimme my cash I’mma roll up on that ass fasta then tha – flash/ Flashin all tha hooches that we see on the curbs And park tha tour bus thru ya neighborhood burb/ We represent tha SouthSide outlaws for life If u fuckin with my homies muthafucka you die/ Got my burger in hand gang related and such Fuckin fagots on nuts, you gon feel my rush/ You gon see tha storm that’s been brewin in my brain Crack ya face wit this mace like a freight line train/ And cuts ya balls from ya dick; stapled up ta ya neck And have you lookin like a turkey;situation is wrecked/ Sticky Icky situations bring me closer ta death Like artificial insemination takes u farther from sex/ Which bring me back ta these hooches we be mashin and shit Until they husbands catch us fuckin get ta blastin and shit/ We get ta crashin and shyt fuckin divin behind tha bus Till tha AK comes marked In Spyda we trust/ Diabolical Rhymes destroyin homes in a glimpse, You in a casket like a bastard when u fuckin wit pimps/ Chorus: Thinkin I Got You Fuckin Bitches On Lockdown Try ta step ta us you know ya ass’ll get knocked out/ My Four Glisten Pistol Bitch you gonna get shot now SouthSide is ridin so you know you gettin dropped out/ Spyda: Sendin out props ta all my homies still ridin Always collidin, strapped with iron, while y’all bitches is hidin My four glisten pistol you in backa tha ride Will I live or will I give only tha fates will decide/ You useta be a banga steady mobin for tha streets Now I’m robbin all these hangaz for my brothaz that deceased/ Takin niggaz out fast if they ask they blasted Makin wiggaz flee and see I’m just a cold hearted bastard/ Throw tha SouthSide flag all up in ta tha sky And let it rain blue and black for all ma vato’s alive/ And for all my homies dead I pour sum liquor on ya grave And give ya ma regards we’ll show these racists the way/ I can’t stand all you hataz that denyin me props And then you bitches kiss my ass when I’m outside ya shops/ Make up ya mind, find my nine, bullets aligned On the shelf watch yourself, check ya health, now you callin for help/ Till I bust a hot shot cocked and locked in ya mouth On tha ground gettin found blood around and I’m out/ Chorus: Thinkin I Got You Fuckin Bitches On Lockdown Try ta step ta us you know ya ass’ll get knocked out/ My Four Glisten Pistol Bitch you gonna get shot now SouthSide is ridin so you know you gettin dropped out/
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