it down jam it down your throat jam it down your throat it's so hard to make a mark jam it down your throat it's so hard to make a mark jam it down your
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congregation so full of thug faces Momma gave a ni**a breath, a life of stress I invest in a vest and makin ni**az watch they every step Label me a threat
cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here I can
hit his mark He met his quota for the month. They found Dakota all rolled up Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a
I'm wide awake and yet it feels like I am dreamin' What should I do, I think I need a head Shrink Every time a killin' is done, I write it down in blood
tenants Spangled cross a more tangible premise ?? it needs splinters all up in day-tripper visuals Take it easy man, fuck it I'll take it any way I can
clears the fence Y'all hesitate to fetch it! I was walking through a pinball tilt built landscape Terradactle circling turtle I bite the bullet in a wingspan
who is that there? At the defensive line rides A maiden so fair But, no, it can't be! Oh, yes, it is she! Do not charge ahead There rides my love Nali
t realize it 'til we gone and departed I made my mark, niggaz can't erase it Trademark sound comin straight out the basement You can't replace it, it'
the floor Liquor spill cause I'm a liquor whore Lookin' for a pimp, call the liquor store When you give it to me head, give it to me raw Everybody gettin
feet Ready for it all So go ahead just try and bring me down Just go ahead give it your best shot You've always wanted to make your mark on the world
in a verbal tractor-trailer Homie, this sick, you can normally ask a hater Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper Drop in the lap of a
just ran a train on her And it bang louder than the A in Far Rockaway I still live with my grandmoms and don't have a job; it's frightenin Cause all you
work Put these hoes on a Greyhound, fool if it's goin down And make 'em bring it back, from my hood, to your town And it's all good, nigga it's like wax