To a stinkin nigga moving with the ticker from the wicked I proceed to eat them bitches like an animal They mite hit me with the, bullets fly kill, knife incicion, maybe I will die like in my vision. I might get caught up in riddle, I might get caught up in riddle, I might get, I might get, I I I might get caught up in riddle I tried to move, but my body feels like it's been hit up with strict 9 Little nigga always woofin like he wanna be, talkin this and that about what he is gonna be, do it to me when he beat me Like a nigga was a G but I already know he is just a wannabeįrom the front about to watch it what I'm gonna be Niggas be trippin when I feel a difference with this time Never the less, I was impressed, by the way that nigga stood up in my space with the face of a demonĪll I heard was a pop, never knew that I was shot, did my body even drop? Am I bleeding? Voodoo rituals doing residuals drinking 50 150 fill him with hollow tips and harpoons I can feel him getting closer,I can feel him on my shoulder, coming over as I walk into the dark room
If they sent a fella that wreckeded my helmet, Blood I will come back with the vengeance What's the next step when you vision your death? Do you run from accepting your sentence? Poppin the funs, sparkin the gun, hoppin and jumpin up over the ones who wanna become affiliated with the good life
Hoppin and runnin on the track I'm like I'm Mike Tyson, chewin a motherfuckas lungs like an old lycan With the less shoot I will rip the niggas stomach if they want it I will run up with the gun up like I'm Lex Luthor Niggas step into the realm, you would think I was from Elm, just because the way I hit you with the Fred Kru If I kill him when I hit him with the pistol whipper Murder all up in your face, might I catch another case
No repentin for the murder I committed with the Many visions of my death, I have visions for dimentia It makes you wonder, have you done everything you really do in life?