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letra de pain in many forms - bowtie

[intro: bowtie]
yo, yo, check, check, haha, check
yo, the millennium is graced for a thousand years, baby
youknawhatimean? it’s la the darkman, skilthy rich
july six, on the hits, you knawmean?
tell these n-ggas, how the pain really go down out here in the streets
knawhatimean, la? it’s a real situation, baby
check, check, yo

[chorus: bowtie]
i see pain in many forms, just to reach my peak
hustle in back of alley ways, watchin’ for heat
cardier’s, lens tinted, cuz the glows snow white
sh-t, blowin’ like i never ever seen in my life

[bowtie]
i got the burner on display, shirt open in the winter
i feel good, sorta like the number one contender
two four-five bandit, plus them n-ggas wanna stick me
i’m the son of a junkie, m-th-f-ckas, come and get me
i c-ck the needle back, push overdose rhymes
and china white times, fight it like a c0ke line
and sniff it like a bl–dy hound and freeze the mic
crack beats like the pipe, light it up in the night
while you n-ggas watch this miracle, right before your eyes
one ounce of dope, made a lot of n-ggas ride
a lot of a n-ggas died over b-tches wit lies
i put ’em six feet under, on the sixth of july

[la the darkman]
i get drunk, smoke skunk, plus i pack a pump
be in clubs, hennied out, smack sh-t outta punk
thought i told ya’ll b-tches, my style’s vicious
cuttin’ f-ggots in their face, give a hundred fifty st-tches
my n-ggas, roll cadillac trucks, ranges and sixes
always on the low, hoes like “f-ck dodgin’ snitches”
hustlin’, transportin’ c0ke in ziplocks
my flow dangerous, like when a pit lock
darkman, montana, put a bullet through your bandana
jump in a whip, listen to jake on a scanner
if they got a print, then i flee the state to atlanta
and the law gettin’ high, smokin’ dro, no bammer
i’m poor, spit raw, more clothes than a mall
young big black n-gga, grip the mack wit a claw

[chorus]

[kool g. rap]
civilized, lookin’ at grey skies, to make guys, wit spray in her eyes
for them base pies, sprayin’ they five
face the skies, let the eight rise, we weight wise and take lives
me and my aces live, so f-ck shapin’ and size
it’s curtains and drapes for guys, i cl!ck can’t wait to demise
it’s cakes that rise to mid-wives, states to chi-town
got it locked down, tearin’ blocks down where we pop rounds
my n-ggas laced this sh-t, you wanna play tricks?
and end up suspended in air with their face ripped
make my whole place ripped
we yap up n-ggas like ufo’s, inside of a sp-ceship
smacked up n-ggas, gunnin’, ya holdin’ ’til the safe lit
it’s basic, another cake lift, n-gga, another 30,000 to break wit
bodies be on some bottom of the lake sh-t
to shake quick before the jakes hit
31 and ya filthy rich, n-gga, the basics, spray shots like the matrix

[chorus]

- bowtie

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