MARCH THIRTEENTH *1987-2018*

Lyrics

[Intro: 80 Blocks From Tiffany's] "I've seen 12-gauge shotguns. I've seen 12-gauge, um, pumps. Um—.45, um, military special with clip on the street. I've seen, I've seen hand grenades. I've seen beer—beer-can, beer-can bazookas made. Damn things hit you, it's just—just as getting hit with a gun. I'll tell you, there's—about things you think you'd never see on the street I've seen, I've seen dynamite on the street. I've seen all of this—you'd be surprised, man. Pretty soon, they gon' steal the damn atom bomb" [Sample: 2 Nes - Stang Wit A Bang] Born to scope, toe to toe, blow for blow, leaned on- Born to scope, toe to toe, blow for blow, leaned on- Born to scope, toe to toe, blow for blow, leaned on- Born to scope, toe to toe, blow for blow, blow for blow Snitches deep in them ditches Must not mention, lest them find a hoe Born to scope, toe to toe Blow for blow, leaned on that I be hypnotized, clickin' on niggas that come with that bullshit Step with no weapon, then watch how it get you And leave you with a crucifix That mean you fucked up, so you gettin' bucked up That mean you fucked up, so you gettin' bucked up That mean you fucked up, so you gettin' bucked up That mean you fucked up, so you gettin' bucked up [Verse: MC Holocaust] I ride down to the ground, catch hoes lookin' at me Either you fuck me or you don't ain't no goddamn in between Filled with trauma fuck all the shit that I done seen Out of touch, with reality I'm not a human being They put me six feet in a casket, I was [?] things Leave you slumped like the Texas nigga, but it's not from me Glock from my hip view, a hipster I bet you rock Supreme Come up from the junt, gotta get what I want One hit wonder, when I ain't, you can call me Hitler punk Out rap me, bet you won't, have remorse [?] Mane, I hate this simple fact that my homie dead and gone Once you left this Earth, through me your spirit will live on [Sample: 2 Nes - Stang Wit A Bang] Snitches deep in them ditches Must not mention, lest them find a hoe Born to scope, toe to toe Blow for blow, leaned on that I be hypnotized, clickin' on niggas that come with that bullshit Step with no weapon, then watch how it get you And leave you with a crucifix That mean you fucked up, so you gettin' bucked up That mean you fucked up, so you gettin' bucked up That mean you fucked up, so you gettin' bucked up That mean you fucked up, so you gettin' bucked up