Lyrics

My peoples Smoke Feta My peoples Sh-moke Feta We must maintain G-status Based on technicalities Ill nature And our future Fuck! Work with the mic, work with the mic I put the pedal to the metal, and that ******* Rag-Top After I left him in his backseat choking and hopin' that his life won't end tonight Had to take him for his fifty, 'cuz it was so tight Hit the corner an'…in a minute I'm 'bout to decorate somebody mortuary with bone dust Fuck ****** I don't trust, they venomous I've been a musk rat ****** like you ain't had How you takin' short breaths, sign your death, bloodbath For the ****** that part like 'Bama weed Taking them for they three-fifty, get nifty Hit the corner real wide and with me (what's that?) That's where that green shit be Fifty sack, then I'm out with a bitch that I don't know 'Bout to hit the Mo-Mo, back to lose a ho, gain a ho, so Who's to know, who's a ho, uh, like me I'm not When I'm living at my momma's house, ah, in the back of the whatchamacallit Doing thangs us ****** do Get me another one of them faulty bitches perkin' off the O.E. brew Then what you do? I smile in they face Then leave the motherfuckin' body in a casket case, I'm a basket case Every day, all day, till the day I die, I'm a kill 'em all up, fill 'em all up, lick 'em Real 'em, deal 'em, dig 'em a ditch, then stick 'em Black-out, black-out in the light source (Die on the cross) Feels like pause (Die on the cross) Feels like I'm lost Black-out in the light source Black-out, black-out in the light source (Die on the cross) Feels like pause (Die on the cross) Feels like I'm lost Black-out in the light source My ****** I'm off this motherfuckin' O.E. bottle, on the throttle 'Cuz these-ah lil ****** is catching up, grabbing the Tec and butt Stab in the neck and struck, body in the back of the truck And strap the Mid-Evil-tape to the dead body Maserati, John Gotti, made ******* Put you in duct tape and leave you sinking in the river, take my Kindness for weakness if you want to I lost my baby Nivek, can't take it, what a ***** do I got voices in my motherfuckin' head Choices to leave motherfuckers dead, part of her red, sat on a bed Put my motherfuckin' strap down Put my hands on my face, I gotta beat this motherfuckin' case Black-out, black-out in the light source (Die on the cross) Feels like pause (Die on the cross) Feels like I'm lost Black-out in the light source Black-out, black-out in the light source (Die on the cross) Feels like pause (Die on the cross) Feels like I'm lost Black-out in the light source