Take a look inside the darkness, journey with a insane first-degree murderer/ The little nigga in this world so big and bold, the streets of C�ll make you fold in the cold/ Off to the road of the wasteland/ There we can vision jails and deviant little heads 'till forces of ghetto kill/ One everyday it's the same old thang, tho� I�m gettin up enough to flex/ Show these haters, better roll to the next to test/ In 95th and we live for the liquid stress/ It do good on the cold winter mid-chest/ Stackin' G's by ten, getting kinda hungry, back on the twin, 10-5/ Destination; The trailer/ Grab the grub, nigga, sell and bail/ Ain't been gone ten minutes and somebody done crossed the line, damn here comes the squadron
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Come around my way, if you wanna see cop stories/ Tales of the hood, way off in the woods of the wasteland/ Times of our survival
Sin
We breed in these streets, bring �em heat, pump pump/ Police proceed to release empty shells/ He yells "Freeze!" It ain�t so easy bringing soldiers to they knees, and steady we makin' niggas bleed/ Called a pall-bearer to relieve me of the duty of fatal cop-killin'/ Embrace violence in total silence/ Don't fault me for performin, participate in slaughters, coffin/ Dancin' to the rhythm of the rain, draggin' coffins while I'm walkin' through the asylum of my brain/ Institutionalized, the drive to dis-computerize my mentality, programed for insane/ Harass me about my dress code/Jumpin' up out they car and they actually catch me, intrudin' all over my threshold/ It's been estimated, that more coppers die, strangulate 'em/ Just like a mis-education/ Feelin' heavily sedated all the while, premeditated upon the outcome of my destination, congregate amongst killas/ And it ain't no approximation, be facin' the nation on a one-way trip to total annihilation, obliterated
-Chorus-Tombstone-
Tombstone
Bustas with blue suits better run, duck, hide, because the slaughter death kill, Cleveland runnin', fuckin' up/ Catchin these infiltrators, boots replaced your face with steel-toes/ Grab the gauges and ammo, let's roll/ We can stop down the way, pack some extra soldiers and liquids to roll with/ Party on the way, to the niggas gotta be high in the sky to watch another nigga bite the dust/ Disgusted in his eyes when he died/ And yeah, I had a motive/ Little nigga pulled the trigger, had me jumpin' in the bushes/ Incase this fight's out of line/ So, I came back at him with a Tech 9/ Who gives a damn? Cause he work forces/ Bitch, don't go tie him to me, while niggas in the C be livin' for infantry, infantry, infantry
Sin
All this time alone in the coffins, never could find a way to phone back home/ I lost my mind somewhere along the line of drug abuse and cheap wine/ High, just sittin' chillin' waitin' to die/ I guess I'll ride just for the hell of the journey/ Disturbing thoughts, they cloud my mind/ We live so low, we go for broke in this dirty game filled with no dreams and lies/ I see devils in disguise/ I hope you croak and choke from the slug off in your throat/ It's time they hang from ropes, ridin' boats/ Loc
s upon my eyes so you won't see the tears when we reminisce on how you got killed/ It's plain as day/ You made that bed, you lay/ Ain't no more of them cotton fields, see now you stay six feet underneath so that put you deep inside that grave/ Soon as that last trumpet sound, you well off on your way to Hell, where you won't be found/ You won't be found, found/ My sight's so blurred I can't even see in front of me/ To keep my thought process, try to separate the night from the day; Can't escape my evil way/ Put the gauge in a safer place, under lock and key, cause ain't no tellin' when I might be feelin' wanna run around inside of me/ Hunt a nigga down surroundin' me/ Engulf my heart and die/ You said my sanity, I just lost it/ Them situations taught me how to pray/ Now there you go, gone to taunt my soul/ You safe for now and you rolled with the worst of the killer/ We so for-realer with the stellar and very quick to kill ya
Available on the Compilation album Southwest Riders/ Recorded for the Graveyard Shift album Still Waters