I'm Supposed 2 Die 2night
America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Lyrics
its kinda funny how my life works, sittin in the night hurt
cuz i layed another nigga down wit my knife work
on the prowl hopin that i rob the right purse
the thought in my mind that soon im gonna die, murked
which is why, first i keep my eyes perched
on the dark corners, so i that could reach my nine first
which is worse, robbin for the money?
or robbin for the thrill, are my pockets always hungry?
i was rhymin for a deal now im rhymin for the monthly
visits to the studio, niggaz gettin blunted
comin home drunken, wonderin, if i'll see my last victim huntin
stickin me wit sumthin
shit is deep but i sleep, rather die, rest in peace
close my eyes, n hear my heart beat(let it beat)
i hold a large monkey on my back
so i walk wit a limp...you wanna talk to my chimp?(nah)
you wanna walk like a pimp, but the game's over
cuz you bout to crawl in the filth(bloaw)
there i go again, diggin up my own grave
never will i learn to repent n go home safe
but thats the life that im livin
its only a matter of time before i end up dead or in prison
but i'd rather die then get locked up
im an animal, i belong in the wild with the wolves
try if you could to try and slow me down
only a bullet to my heart could control me now
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