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Choices (2006)
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Kings Krown
Music writer, been writing music since I was 13 and ever since I started I fell in love with it. Something about music that really drives me and gets my adrenaline going. I lose myself in it, like Im in my own world. Best ways of letting out my emotions is through music, its like a drug I cant get enough. Im an inspirational song writer and Im also a Christian. I enjoy it and I hope my fans love my songs too.
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Peak #1,836
Peak in subgenre #944
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November 01, 2012
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MP3 4.2 MB 128 kbps 4:33
Story behind the song
Bad Conscience between Death and The Devil... Devil Wants his soul.. Death wants him to take other lives.
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Intro Days: ayo bricks wake up n*** G-menace: Come out and play Bricks: What n*** Days: Time to get that paper Bricks: Where that glock at yo G-menace: na na na go grab that knife its time to meet your maker Days: yo n*** the corner store still open Bricks: word and that fine bitty working there too, haha Days: yeah n*** run up and pop them Bricks: ight ight G-menace: ayo bricks Bricks: what G-menace: whats up with me and you man, I got your father right beside me, you know he misses you Bricks: F*** , ya'll n*** 's f*** ing wild'n man you know something f*** both of you man, i'm going to take a walk G-menace and Days: follow me G-menace: Ight im right beside you Days: Come through n*** Verse 1: Bricks: In the hood with a glock in my hand, the rain pouring/ Im running through the block like Terrell Owens/ Im broke so I got to get butter/ Cause' I know money talks like Chris Tucker/ See a corner store, got to approach it/ That's fast money so the gun I tote it/ (gun cock) Walk through and the store is filled/ bout to make eyes burn like chlorophyll/ Days: Shoot the clerk, shoot the lady, shoot the mother, shoot the man/ shoot the jerk, shoot the baby, shoot the brother, shoot the cam/ Bricks: Ah f*** it, ima cock and let it go/ G-menace: no, take the knife slice your throat and die slow/ Bricks: But wait I see the money on the shelf/ Days: kill everybody G-menace: na f*** it kill yourself/ Bricks: So damn with these choices, damn with these voices/ Yall rubbing off on me like ointment/ Chorus: Bricks: Cause' I hear these voices up in my head/ Trying to plot which way to go/ G-menace: (No) take the heat and put it to your head, cock and blow/ (oh) Bricks: Cause' I hear these voices up in my head/ Trying to plot which way to go/ Days: grab the nine and ak and just let it go/ (oh) Verse 2: Bricks: Next day same problem, but there's a party/ There's no murder like Irv Gotti/ But wait, there's a n*** , I hate him/ Days: Take his daughters and rape them, then you duck tape them/ They upstairs, go get there pussy sliced/ Bricks: Then I put them in a bag like goya rice/ G-menace: Bricks stop acting like a b*** , you got no wealth/ Get a rope, don't you want to meet the devil himself/ Bricks: Damn, your right, there's no reason to live/ I rather hang myself like Michael Jacksons kid/ G-menace: And you can't take back what you did/ And since you think your the king, go jump off the Queen's bridge/ Days: Like Christopher Lloyd get money in the bank/ Don't need no soilders, we an army in your tank/ G-menace: n*** he don't need no paper, he needs a savior/ Days: Shut up George Clooney, you ain't no peace maker/ Chorus: Bricks: Cause' I hear these voices up in my head/ Trying to plot which way to go/ G-menace: (No) take the heat and put it to your head, cock and blow/ (oh) Bricks: Cause' I hear these voices up in my head/ Trying to plot which way to go/ Days: grab the nine and ak and just let it go/ (oh) Bricks: I never thought murder be a vision for me/ Got the heat rocked, got the heat cocked/ Days: That's cause' you listen to me/ Bricks: Never thought that suicide be a vision for me/ When I got them chills, Go and pop them pills/ G-menace: Don't listen to him, listen to me/ Verse 3: Days: Ight n*** , got the place all scoped out/ Take a nine and a glock, you ready for that route/ Bricks: Cause' life's like Madonna, n*** I blew it/ I'm about to rob this bank, though how do I do it/ Days: Put the hoodie on your face like the grim reaper/ Take a chick by the neck like yo
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