Bushwick Bill lyrics
Bushwick Bill lyrics
"Already Dead lyrics"
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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
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 noAdaptability lyricsslugs 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
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 whichBlood lyricsdon'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
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 sawBig Stick lyricsads 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
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