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letra de eye'm counting on you - tha heartz of darkness

1 and 1 is 2, 1 and 2 is 3
i do this for/4 the whips to 5 and 6
til god hour i spit mcs get 8/ate
i lift my 9 shots sl!ck 10 times at 7/11
at 12 o clock 13 cops running
14 police the stop, we on the 15th block between 16, 6 teenagers
watch us start it with
17 slugs now how many bullets i got?
god hour, 18 seconds pass its 1999
get 7 platinums acts and put ’em in the line
that be sitting on 20s and get 7 more rappers. they think they can mc and get
7 more rap cats, you think you
could rhyme? then we, battle
straight up, now there’s 21 fake thugs
ate up at the same time
yo when i was 22 i stole a truck with
23 inch rims, stuck up a jewelry store
for 24 karot gold, i kept a 25 in my timbs
let’s go. 26 hours with no sleep roll weed
27 homiеs deep, 28 grams is an oz. at 29
i got hit with 2 drugs sells snort coke deep, doing 3 years a 30 yеar, old og
counting down every 31 days
i lock and c-ck and pop the 32 spray
for raps black jesus in a cage
our lord and savior died at 33 age
34 g’s made in 3 days, 35 people
peep and leave the grave
36 chicks on their knees
like we pray, rolling with 37 disciples
with 38s. nat turner style free 39 slaves with my 40 cal pour 40 out, for imma do [?] 41 cops shot 42 times 43 slugs
tips be hollow load up the 4-4 and 45 calibers, 46 clips, 47 cliques wild with us
48 year old female
black panthers smile with us
running through san fran
like 49ers k!lling 5-0, eating bullets like 50
police here die slow. get wet like dry snow
facing 51 felonies for my flow n-gga
trigger trick your 52 pickup
53 fools wrecked rep that ain’t
playing with a full deck, quick to slit ya
dead body cl!ck-cl!ck you get the picture?
doing a zip 5-4 saying this is a stick up
took 55 grand, rocking the longest
taylor jersey i ran-stay with me, counting 57 straight to 58 street if he chase me
highest 59 style but i would create beef
slap off his fitted cap, get to scr-p, face me and get that ass whipped like the slaves is the ‘60s by the master, this rap sh-t underground railroad flow classic
i’m 6’1, d-ck like a mic for female rappers that bl-w j-b, it’s like a bl-w j-b
when i spit it they bite
t–th scratch the d-ck like a
dj’s master mix f-ck it. 62 strokes
my flow tight, like your p-ssy hole, dyk- b-tch. song s-xy 63 dollars
rottweiler doggy style and 64 parlors
65 miles per hours
[?] 66 driver chicks holler
67 d-ck riders saying i spit lava
68 shocked at the numbers
n-ggas saying its hotter, 69 haters call me corny that’s okay though higher vocals
volcanoes, soon 70 thou with 7 pesos
they gross, 71 pesos, 72 hours stay broke
‘73 my moms was poor, i was born in ‘74, coming out of a war my rhymes was raw
‘75 i walk before i crawl, christmas ‘76
i had no toys, i played with
the roaches on the floor
‘77 heaven sent me a weapon
i know y’all wondering what happened at the 7/11 i had 7 slugs left, 78 minutes passed
i’m in a store surrounded by arabs
at the register they had, 79 dollars in cash
and started breaking glass and [?] to be with some safe in the stash, they had
80 hundreds feeling crazy on some dumb sh-t, like i had 81 blunts lit
i heard 82 guns cl!ck, went to see
and saw 83 cops running, in my direction
i grabbed the [?] for protection
and put my, smith and wesson
between his neck and his chin
told the cops to get back
and waited 84 seconds
saying to myself i need maybe more weapons, all my crazy war brethrens
1985 n-ggas ready for war repping
86 seconds of more stress, 87 seconds
88 minutes passed, that’s an hour and a half
as. i’m staring at the lord sweating
this crazy rhyme, reminds me of 89
hair curly grimy early ‘90s
my girl beside me, the world behind me
rewind these good times back 900 and 10 dollars with 91 pounds of crack
‘92 i ran with a grimy crew they called me
gunn ‘cause i was grimy too
so young they had to buy me brew
‘93 i got shot, i know y’all saying
“what did tommy do?”
i called a cab and took it
to the hospital duke
i know they not ‘gon believe me
but it’s true [?]
doctor said that i’d be paralized
9-4 now i rise, 9-5 my moms died
9-6 i got on some crime sh-t
‘97 k!llers tried to send me to h-ll
but now they gotta find me in heaven
‘98 police tryna find me but tommy escaped homeless on the run
sleeping on the e-train
the kinda sh-t, that’ll drive
a young g insane
‘99 i got locked up, 2 triple o
i’m back on the block, what?
a 100 dollars bills, cracks rocks chopped up
oh and i almost forgot!
back to the 7/11 spot
i called my brethren kevin
(what? what?)
d-mn near got 100 and 1
blue and whites in front of the store
using lights ([?])

- tha heartz of darkness

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