letra de face to face - the ridgegrove mafia
crazy institutional k!lla im the [?]
i peel a n-ggas cap, and watch his brain drop in his lap
insanity the man in me, possessed, by evil demons
waking up, shooting at [?] cause i heard voices screaming
into the triple six, the devil is talkin’ sh-t
telling me to get my tone, and go out and k!ll a b-tch
i drink me some liquor sit back and scope like a maniac
a busta can’t take me cause [?] can’t be having that
murder, murder, true gansters that i heard a
b-tch ass n-gga with his nuts up
f-cking with the one, to the eight, to the seven
spread your last ana sl!ck ass to eleven
suicidal thoughts, in my brain make my nerves jump
so i go upstairs, to my closet get the sawed off pump
and go on a mission on the street out to k!ll
i don’t feel, no remorse dead corpse is the source that be soothing me
the devil is schooling me, ruling me
on top [?] evil form
[?] cause im project born
i hang with some real k!llas
full clip
yeah thats my n-gga dj sound [?]
and my n-gga big mac
i’m losing my f-cking mind
better again i think i lost it
if there was a line of death
i already crossed it
they see i dont give a f-ck about my own self
f-cking with a real k!lla n-gga your face to face with death
raised- raised in the grove, where the n-ggas [?] x3
[?]
mo murder beat the man in me insanity
demons taking over me
goin’ on another k!lling spree
evil screams from the dark side telling me to k!ll again
9 times out of 10, full clip gotta comprehend
listening to them voices hearing noises in my bedroom
12 o’clock at midnight waking up, in a cold tomb
homicidle flashback with the nine millimeter gat
coughing up some blood, is them thugs
coughing up bullets up
in his brain, im insane mane its the d l g
pickin’ and packin’ the tec 9 for all you bustas with the ana g
pitty pat, chrome gat, smacking one of these b-tches [?]
hollow sh-lls of h-ll, when im blasting [?]
one eight seven two eleven deadly be this f-cking gang
hit you to the brain, close range cause im crazy mane
pistol packing never lack slacking, up
while im serving hoe, blasting letting go
im about that mo murder mo murder mo murder
raised- raised in the grove, where the n-ggas [?] x3
[?]
raised- raised in the grove, where the n-ggas [?] x3
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- letra de body that remains - ricky chix
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- letra de if i could - mirror figure
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- letra de whisper to me - pola & bryson
- letra de жатва (harvest) - ермак! (yermak!)
- letra de bad b - mai kaung boiz