letra de massacre - illfightyou
[intro]
“you ever get tired of watching bad things happen to people?”
“that’s crazy talk”
[verse 1: ugly frank]
look, said i’m thinking ’bout a murder
finna hit the ave and hit a l!ck, or something empty
choppin blow up in my livin’ room
f-ck it dawg i’m trying to raise the murder rate
skee a couple slopes an’ throw my hoodie on
i’m ’boutta make a k!llin’ soon
hit my n-ggas up to see who with it
cell phone kept ringing f-ck it solo mission
got a loaded pistol dripping
grip the grain and get to mobbing shifting block to block
i’m lurking through your neighborhood
you hiddin b-tch the block is hot
hopped up out the whip and got off foot i’m faded hollering
frank the butcher and his b-tch are on your pockets ho
and keep it pushin
kept it clean and left no witnesses
f-ck the central booking n-gga what the f-ck you think this is
i ain’t cookin’
more than likely, i hit a l!ck
i turn a stack into a brick and stretch it dog and thug it out
and if i ain’t getting money witcha
you can prolly get a dap or somethin nothin extra
what yo hussle ’bout?
[hook: ugly frank]
ever since i was a youngin i been out and early
thuggin shotty loaded pockets swollen holding stolen hundreds
f-ck it
pop a 40 top and blow the function
f-ck it i-want-my-doe, look
ever since i was a youngin i been out and early
thuggin shotty loaded pockets swollen holding stolen hundreds
f-ck it
pop a 40 top and blow the function
f-ck it
i-want-my-doe, ya b-tch
[verse 2: evergreenone]
f-ck it, i’mma ballout
pair of goma goggles, pop bottles with my b-lls out
see i smell a murder on my b-tter knife
this whole entire worlds f-cked
roll the dice, take a risk, life can be a mother-f-ck
so who’s next up, who’s puffin they chest up
the big bad wolf and all i smell is f-ckin red blood
my pockets full of drugs
my wallets full of food stamps
i move quick with two hands
i throw bricks, b-tch!
gold chains, back of the whip snort cain
made a bet with jesus christ that i can’t be saved
halle-f-cking-lujah
buy an eagle blow your brains out (pow)
surrounded by losers and f-ggot rappers tryin to break out
(listen to me)
i’m waiting for the world to end
so i can peel some wigs back
cook crack
blew stores, and whip a benz
i still be up at night thinkin why’s he dead
it’s …. dad
i tie a noose around my head and get some neck
[hook: ugly frank]
ever since i was a youngin i been out and early
thuggin shotty loaded pockets swollen holding stolen hundreds
f-ck it
pop a 40 top and blow the function
f-ck it i-want-my-doe, look
ever since i was a youngin i been out and early
thuggin shotty loaded pockets swollen holding stolen hundreds
f-ck it
pop a 40 top and blow the function
f-ck it
i-want-my-doe, ya b-tch
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