Bushwick Bill lyrics

Bushwick Bill lyrics

"Already Dead lyrics"

Realm Center lyrics
I can`t feel what you feel I can't see what you see I don't realize who you are I don't realize what I'm supposed to be I'm just a machinehead without a soul absolute mindcontrol over you I can't act like you do I can't think like you do I don't realize what I see I don't realize what I'm supposed to be I'm just a machinehead without a soul absolute mindcontrol over you
And um...
Look, listen and observe
As we all pay close attention um..

[Bushwick Bill]
Look into my eyes
Or should I say my eye
And nigga ya see just why
This can afraid to die
Ever since birth I've been givin' the short hand
It didn't hurt but it made me a smart man
And I kept my guards up, my head tight, my shit
cocked, my heart stoned
The red light, my lips locked
Talking ain't squashin', nigga where I'm from
Nigga if you want some grab your gatt please
And I'ma handle all your petty shit
Before you ever get to make it to your pump, you already lit
I spit round after round after round
Everybody hit the ground
Lookin' at death 'till my last slug
I show ya hoes what this drama is
Bring your family round this killa 
and I'm peelin' all ya mama's kids
The more love, the more blood
Bitches rat-a-tat-tat on that hat 'till there's no
Adaptability lyrics
Music: Gornitzka, Gundersen, NorbergLyrics: GornitzkaWords, all words worth nothing with youMistaken meaning, a constantly spreading,dreaded dark diseaseTruth itself untrue to those who stop to thinkFluently fluid, subjectively in syncCentral ego, orbital estranged realityThe remainder of a dream enter the deadLinguistic obstacles abortThe thoughts behinddistort all which
slugs That they nothin' but a five letter word to me And it's gonna be like that 'till somebody grab their gatt and try to murder me Nigga, I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? It's the land of the lost Slip one time, and ya bound to pay the cause Nigga... Now as I walk through the alley, I feel the shadow of death My mind's on murder, my hand's on the tech Whether Black, White, Asian, or Latin Puerta Rican, never matter once I'm creepin' you know whats hapnin', fool Kill or get killed, peel or get peeled Either way those slugs gonna spill Buck me in my chest, buck me in my head But you can't kill VonBushman motherfuckas I'm already dead (Murder him)Nigga I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Murder him)Fool I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Can we murder him)Bitch I
Blood lyrics
I?m driving in my car suddenly I hear the sirenes there where this blue-red light like flashes in my eyes there where this screams like thunder in my ears- and I think to myself they become dogs when they smell blood. Ref: I can see it - it?s blood I can feel it - all is full of blood I can smell it - it?s blood I can hear it - all is full of blood I?m walking in my town - just looking around I saw
don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)Yo I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? I wake up every day to the agony, sufferin' and sorrow Tragedies be havin' me too sad to see tomorrows But I just say "Fuck it", take a deep breath Get my heat set, and make the streets sweat I get my kicks off the dodgin' and duckin' That they do when they see mob through robbin' and buckin' Once again I'm on a killing spree I willingly load it and lock it and put them out they misery If you don't know you better ax' somebody How I blast these bitches like a black Jon Gotti Now we find out that your not so slick As the clock goes (*Tick*) And the glock goes (*Click*) I show ya pussies what ya thinkin' As your body becomes numb from the bullets that I'm blastin' I ain't scared to get the red in these dre
Big Stick lyrics
Bruce R. Hornsby I'm driving down the highwayHeaded to the rangeGonna knock 'em out stongBut I'm feeling no pain Got an old brown bag Big stick in the backWhere the grass don't growGonna take a few hacks There's a place for you if you're just like meArmchair greens chillin at the TVHave another cool one but it won't hurtGot myself a big stickswingin in the dir
ads Meet me at the crossroads, muthafucka I'm already dead (Murder him)Nigga I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Shall we murder him)Fool I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Can we murder him)Bitch I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)Yo I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, fool where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)Fool I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, bitches where ya nuts? [Bushwick] Yeah, muthafuckas better watch out Wolfgang VonBushwicken the Barbarian Bill

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