Letras
(Players)
(Pla-players, players)
(It's a smash)
(You did good, $lick)
Slicky the $loth, North
East Bloc
Ahh, you dig?
You can take me out the North, but can't take the North up outta me
Type of motherfucker that they used to give lobotomies
Neurologically, I'm too dead to give apologies
Made this shit from nothin', bitch, I piss on your astrology
Who the fuck brought this ho and why she talking 'bout astrology?
(Yeah, oh, this ho must want me to tweak out)
Huh, talk to the dead, eyes rollin', tweakin' up off that woo-woo
I got killers with no guns, they just fluent in voodoo
Masked up, paint their faces, turn your hood to Zulu
Akudia off that mudo, I semi that rah on sudo
I'm up at the shootout with a Prezzi, feel like Teddy Roosevelt
Swallowin' pills, yeah, I been livin' like I can't wait to go to Hell
Where the competition?
Uh-huh, that's what I thought, now listen
Just shoot, don't care who I'm hittin'
Fuckin' right, I'm fucked up, probably as bad as our shippin'
Just wanna see 'em bleed, disease the industry
They gon' see the end before they see the end of me
Hoppin' out the fuckin' porch, I stepped into a crime scene
St. Bernard Boulevard, all the shit I've seen, I need some Visine
Created a fuckin' nightmare while pursuin' all of my dreams
Hidin' from the high beams, in the shadows lackin' glycine
Trappin' out the shotgun, paranoia's not fun
Pace around my house at night strapped, I'm ready for problems
Oh, you got one? Ain't never seen you step up
Caught you sobbin' 'til the snot runs, oh no, bitch, I am not done
Gators lurkin', caught one of them, though, and made a Birkin
Haters smirkin', caught one of them hoes, and later flames were burnin'
I hook 'em like I'm made of verses, plague returnin' curses
To the wicked ones who slayed the virgins, I'mma make mistakes on purpose
Uh, ten years and runnin'
Uh, ten years and gunnin'
Grind 59 'til their faces turn grey