Slum Life

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] Show 'em how it's done like a kamikaze Bodies  in the trunk of my homie Villies Maserati Evidence  we got 'em (got 'em) Pictures like the paparazzi never met somebody like me kinda like a Jewish Nazi Welcome to the freak show Delusional  and CRUCIFIX Juggalos  and Weirdos, I brought Krayzie Bone we ludicrous Bring them plastic bodybags to dump 'em in don't let 'em breathe I  got something for ya looking forward till the day we meet Claiming that you're gangster, talking all that weaponry Now your head bashed, master homie you ain't scared of me What you fail to realize, I got killers out here in the street They  not scared to take your family out and do it indiscrete Bitch I'll rep the underground You can take the industry and shove it up yo ass every time someone decides to mention me Something isn't right, off in my head I'm talking mentally Pull my trigger, I predict the murder of the century [Chorus: CRUCIFIX] T-take off and give me (off and give me) Just one last time (just one last time) To say this talking (to say this talking) By taking mine (by taking mine) Load up them burners (load up them burners) Then burn a path Put a couple bullets a motherfucker, leave 'em in a bodybag, I chalk it up to this slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life) I'm 'bout the slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life) I'm 'bout the slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life) I'm 'bout the slum life Take it or leave it, but better believe that the shit that I'm breathing'll leave you bleeding and none life (none life) [Verse 2: Krayzie Bone] Better back up off me (off me) Nigga never go softly boy I stop your heartbeat While you all in the streets yelling out what you finna do to me in the middle of your speech I'ma sweep you off your feet to sleep Fucking with these dubs Keep thinking y'all don't bleed blood And I'ma make you a believer, pop-pop Would you receive a, a motherfucking bullet from a automatic pistol? Hit you, him to And all of the rest of them niggas that you got with ya I'm collective in crime But surprise nigga, I get live Jumping up outta that buggy dumping, I'm finna show these niggas a little something, repping shit but thug life Nigga don't test mine, tryna run mine Built like my mother, niggas say "ball" (ball) We show 'em the gun line (gun line) Steppin' in the line of fire, boy if you want to (what you gon' do?) And the nigga gon' be on yo ass like skunks funk, pew I grab my dick let my leg swang from my thang (swang from my thang) If you's and anybody killing nigga, let the bullets rain They'll be pulling my string cause if ya ain't you done got into some shit With the thuggish (thuggish), ruggish (ruggish), bloody (bloody) murder clique (bloody murder) [Chorus: CRUCIFIX] T-take off and give me (off and give me) Just one last time (just one last time) To say this talking (to say this talking) By taking mine (by taking mine) Load up them burners (load up them burners) Then burn a path Put a couple bullets a motherfucker, leave 'em in a bodybag, I chalk it up to this slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life) I'm 'bout the slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life) I'm 'bout the slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life) I'm 'bout the slum life Take it or leave it, but better believe that the shit that I'm breathing'll leave you bleeding and none life (none life) [Verse 3: Delusional] I don't even live on earth (earth) I live in a space station (station) I live this motherfucking life you live it in a PlayStation (station) Delusional with the sawed off, Leatherface and Bukshot If you can't tell by the names you should already know they'll be ready to bust Glocks But not too close to home, the streets is on fire (fire) I'll be merking off every bitch every hater that try me with the Wire (oh shit) I see a police (police) But I'm hoping to God that they can't see me Work under me like I work a nine to five (five) Police got me twice, now I'm on my grind (grind) Never shun a motherfucker 'bout the enemies and them so-called friends Cause money's a slut, she'll always fuck you in the end Ready to merk yo ass, we ready to merk yo ass Pistol be smoking like burning perp on glass Roll right fast Yeah that's what I like to see (see) A couple of bodies leaking blood all into the streets (streets) And no I won't speak, so I ain't the one to talk to Bodies is fresh like period blood on my boxers (ha) [Chorus: CRUCIFIX] T-take off and give me (off and give me) Just one last time (just one last time) To say this talking (to say this talking) By taking mine (by taking mine) Load up them burners (load up them burners) Then burn a path Put a couple bullets a motherfucker, leave 'em in a bodybag, I chalk it up to this slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life) I'm 'bout the slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life) I'm 'bout the slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life) I'm 'bout the slum life Take it or leave it, but better believe that the shit that I'm breathing'll leave you bleeding and none life (none life)