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Let`s do this thang boy, Deadly Sounds right back at ya
Can`t stop none of this ? playa
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Chorus 2x:
They don`t want this chorus
All they want is Murder
They Don`t Feel My Pain
But they gone feel my presence
Radio Scratch: (They`ve done, they`ve done
had a lot of hard times)
And I`ve been stressin since a adolescent
Verse 1:
Now I aint never robbed rallys
But it was close, I`ve done stick ups for Bally`s
We love to smoke
As I recall I heard you mention my name
What you love to see me stressin?
This aint part of the game
You must be high
Cause you rockin` like a Bass Head
You hear me
I`m grindin`, workin` hard for mine ya feel me
Ya feel me
400 years of pain and now this
It`s like them cock roaches got you trained, just like a Bitch
You see they smile in yo face
Now what they after
And now they wanna take my place
Them Back Stabba`s
Blucka Blucka, (Huh)I`mma Get You Sucka
We roll tinted windows on the black Humma Trucka
And after it rain he might be dead like Jesse James
Trained for pain even when I lose everything I gain
It`s simple mathematics
When you go ballistic
Statistics show we breed soldiers in my district
It ain`t like Mr. Rodgers
I learned the game, but it wasn`t from the Dodgers
Pissed from pain, and Welfair wasn`t a question
Just a decision, we embraced it as a blessin`
Cause food was missin`
And my tattoos tell a story
I`m Bossainie and Kevin died in his glory
I know he see me, I`m runnin but I aint movin`
It`s like a dream cause all they want is Murder...
That`s what it seem
Chorus 2x
Come meet me in the projecets
Cause it`s a set-up
And the only way to stop, (is what) watch him get wet up
Aint no since in you fakin` with me
I`m just a pebble and the window you got is bigger than me
Watch me shadow while blood splattered and hit the pave
I`m puttin fresh flowers on my empty grave (Damn)
Tryna sell a million so I can provide for my lil` one
Shit they want little mess like the rest of the ghetto children
It`s confusing I`m losing pieces to a broken puzzle
Russion Ruolette to my head it`s down bubble muzzle
I`m Kamakazi, you try me put yourself right beside me
I`m a wanted man call Baby Mamma so she can hide me
The only victim is all the brotha locked up in prison
Gettin letters and pictures, I know they people miss em`
Take a ride to Texas in a stolen Lexus
Three mack 11`s is ready, that`s me only protection
Who do I believe in really, I put my faith in GOD
I was dealt some Bad Cards, He`s fightin` in school yards (What)
And fightin` at night behind bars
The Devil hit me wit a Murder Charge, All they want is Murder Boy... Send " Stressin" Ringtone to your Cell