No Remorse

Lyrics

[Chorus: T-Rock] Roll that Swisher, get that nigga, showin' no remorse for hoes Roll that Swisher, get that nigga, showin' no remorse for hoes Roll that Swisher, get that nigga, showin' no remorse for hoes Roll that Swisher, get that nigga, showin' no remorse for hoes [Verse 1: T-Rock] We got them lyrical Smith and Wessons toted Worldwide, my profession's coasted Been in the back for too long, but right now I intend to come out with my weapons loaded God is my leader and teacher, keepin' me inside Of the greater rush of endermen for righteousness Money, I'm enticed with this Never need a judge, I take shit send it by devices and tricks Let me know it lightens quick to this era of wickedness Call them in the blaze of viciousness Trouble when you do the rails They will never visit this It's a deathless bliss in this Makin' you scared in the frame That could be with the rider in heaven Forsaken after all the thoughts That you're trickin' your mental nightdreamer relapser Bitch, you niggas never would be able to compete With all the brothers that are in the city I said, at this very moment, don't try to test I will break you like a sick ass Now have a fast advance This game is manifest Lethal injections on anna A nigga be reapin' something Hate it, you think it, cross it Lemon lames don't love my lyrics, they hurt, it's a freakin' bustin' Vision is meek and gruff, see, heart is dead and beatin', but my heart is like a sweet and copin' Drink it, I'll swell like a sweet and saucy Put it in the way, you'll drink it, freakin' homie Watch out for my homies in Atlanta, from the B-D-C It's like it's round a dirty dozen, I've been tryin' to be rebusin' Ain't no boss, I'm little lover, it's such a baby, stop me sucking Niggas new, just end it, 'cause I hold a head, it's sweet and brushin' [Chorus: T-Rock] Roll that Swisher, get that nigga, showin' no remorse for hoes Roll that Swisher, get that nigga, showin' no remorse for hoes Roll that Swisher, get that nigga, showin' no remorse for hoes Roll that Swisher, get that nigga, showin' no remorse for hoes [Verse 2: Lyrical Child] I'm the Lyrical Child, I'm gettin' buck wild These haters and busters keep bittin' my style We poppin' out blocks with infrared dots We come through your hood and then blow up the spot Crazy C, he ride with me, straight buckin' the system, patrollin' these streets 'Cause we would come through, I'd just hit him for treat Buster hollow me and my boo elite Make a 211, send you the seat Now you thought it was over, now you are in defeat So anyone throwin' your horses at me Just a young one raped, now you goin' with six feet Now, see what you know about pressure and pain Feelin' sorrow causes you to be stuck in this game Doin' what you gotta, just to maintain You died slowly, why goin' insane? Lettin' you down 'cause I'm ripped for life If you do what I suffer, we're ridin' so tight We have our drama, so keep your shit right Just enough back on with the player tonight If you crunk, then may throw up your set If you throw up the wrong, then I'm breakin' your neck A bulletproof vest is protectin' my chest In case you haters out here puttin' me to rest But we outta control So if you a punk, you a thot, throw a bone, we outta control So if you are a hater, don't come out 'cause you gon' get fooled, I'm takin' your soul My fingers are itchin', so now it's the time to reload The Lyrical Child of respect that I know, please, go ahead and just make me explode [Verse 3: C-Mac] Niggas, have a hold of the resource, niggas, turn five Got the third eye, can you realize that you're demon, nigga? Come to hell, where we dressed up, we possess the spot, it's in the field While the truth is on the bed of gold Feel it going through the night, feel the demon in your veins Feel the blood go, feel it like the triplet flow Demons sound in your head, got the scale of a second Nigga to a egg, kill it till it die, hoe Leave a bitch lame in the darker edition Even better red from the head, now she in the fuck up Throw a body in the river, hit a reefer C-Mac get caught when the brother cry, nigga what? Told the devil is a rhetoric, not the telling, popped in the head Fuck a hell of it, don't sell the disc, got some true shit Call it, she's on to the Lord after the bitch In this world today, I stand, so hard I just I knew it again, the demon's soul has just begun I just be gone for all the shit that I been had Fuck the world, that's what I scream Crowd see Mac, I be havin' things See me chasin', see me facin' Uh-huh, very scary dreams [Chorus: T-Rock] Roll that Swisher, get that nigga, showin' no remorse for hoes Roll that Swisher, get that nigga, showin' no remorse for hoes Roll that Swisher, get that nigga, showin' no remorse for hoes Roll that Swisher, get that nigga, showin' no remorse for hoes [Verse 4: 6ix Shot] Imagine this young nigga, the hood, fuck the ammunition, dreams Imagine that, could that be the overthrowin' of motherfuckin' kings? Imagine this, is the situation, goin' have to get so blown down? Imagine that, ain't shit, I was raised in murder, MO-Town Imagine this, only child born, October, when it stormed Imagine that, his mama up in it, just to keep a lil nigga warm Imagine this, instilling his mind, how to grind at all times Imagine that, the hood showin' the early age, the wrong signs Imagine this, your nigga style, it's one of a kind Imagine that, shattered goals force him to a life of crime Imagine this, nigga, pimpin' skills took along the way Imagine that, he never thought rap could get his ass paid Imagine this, skill can with ease and in so little practice Imagine that, fucking blow holes all the way up to actress Imagine this, drivin' clean shit, GGH on the plates Imagine that, one life to live, niggas, and day by day