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Influenced by 1 of my previous battle drops, Peep Dis!!!
IP:
I be havin bad dreams, about doin bad things
No money, my momma is gone, its a sad scene And the devil's laughin, if there was such a thing You couldn't weigh my problems out, with a human triple beam I'm all fucked up, you might find me in the dumptruck With Gin in my cup,...151 I mix em' up I'm a tough act to follow, leave your chest hollw See it ain't that tough, heat that ass up with the "Rollow" Then hit the rode, explode on niggaz with open debtaz I talk a lot of shit so my click pack Berettas, ta rip back ya leather The world is cold, you could find me off that bottle at bout 12 years old I was tired of all the arguing, fussin, & fighting 10 years later I'm ballin, adjustin the mic'n Tryin to make it through these hard times tellin my problems, But Who Cares? Everybody I know got em'... I'm upstairs Stairin out the window drinkin Olde E. I know this bottle really love me I Love You too, you be helpin me through my problems, killin my fears And you understand when I breakdown, you bring out the tears And you give me the heart...but I just can't take it Shits hells fucked up, bad luck...just can't shake it Half wat to the grave, half way from birth Startin to wonder what my life is worth I THINK I'M CURSED!!!!!! (chorus)x2 I put the gun to my head, tried to shoot Think I'm better off dead, where's my kids Make sure they ain't around, tell em' I Love em' Tell em' ben down on the ground, plug ya ears What ya hear ain't nothin but a cartoon A bad dream, ya daddy he comin back soon In another form, reborn, with some great expectations, I'ma miss you too believe it Got dealt some bad punches, but I'ma roll with it Got served some bad lunches, so now I go get it Got love when I don't want it, who's teachin me hate Got hate when I don't need it, I believe in my fate Diagnosed "Manic Depressive", only learned one lesson And thats "Fuck it, Forget it, and Let it die like the rest of em" Battled with the best of em', they can't touch me Then channeled out the rest of em', you can't fuck me Might as well gohead and let me murder myself Niggaz got hate for me anyway, take it as health And if I see you at the funeral I'ma reach out for you That one up in the corner, give his ass to the coroner He just another foreiner, all in my mix Don't have the slightest idea how I'm feelin bout shit Cause I maintain my composure, never tellin my plan My brain stained with doshja, I'm tellin you man (chorus)x1 I put the gun to my head , tried to shoot Think I'm better off dead, wheres my kids Make sure they ain't around, tell em' I love em' Tell em' bend down on the ground, plug ya ears What ya hear ain't nothin but a cartoon A bad dream, ya daddy he comin back soon In another form, reborn with some great expectations I'ma miss you too believe it (my son in the backround)="Dad.........................Dad......what are you doin in there?.......How come you're not talkin to me?"x4 faded out Some more shit I wrote in Febuary when I was on some ill shit... -1-
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