God In Silence Bound to serve the brick on your chest You watch it grow 'til you burst into dust Sadistic thoughts of what you should be Be chosen, be
these thug niggas get with ya, split ya. How ya feel about murda, man? It's still the same, fuck with us, we bang them brains. It's like suicide, nigga
with smart crook You know the name Switch up the game like Garth Brooks Like ten cars with tire, hoes and and winstars I been hard through he'll better sing God
lose all feelin' Now Your head goes round and round You can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire And you can mix it with your blood
real Blow your top with the glock, that's my favorite kill Blaze your crib with like thirty shots I'm already hot but my last one is with some dirty cops
was little'er Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fuckin' Bette Midler Sniper, waiting on your roof like the Fiddler Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme with
never really good with girls Nah, he was more into science Nah, he was never really good with words Nah, he was more into silence Just a young kid,
, make this world digital Bobby, your love is so digital Spell my name, B O B B Y B O B B Y, Bobby, repeat after me B, B, O, O, B, B, B, B, Y, Y D, D,
Masada 2000 [ verse 1 ] My .44 calicol will silence y'all souls, masada The ghost of the most prolific writer Upon my death bed in roast in fire See
a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im From all this badness, greet him with daggers We more than
, biblical plague in amaze Riddle the box, smmothered in cops Sky hugger, Space Jam, slam in the blizzard of rocks A space invader, laced with lazers and with
y'all motherfuckers live off of negativity What y'all niggaz need to get through your motherfuckin' heads Is that, y'all fuckin' with some niggaz that
when Frank start bustin', Frank start somethin' Killin' ya gently, God meant me to push a Bentley Me and Sean Combs takin' broads home On the phone with the chip, with
up y'all, don't get fed up y'all C'mon let's get up y'all Make that bed up y'all, life is a set-up y'all Sadness comes from a lack of knowin' Not knowin
door Cause you're definitely wack Man fuck you, fuck the show, fuck the audience (Ok) All y'all can fuck off Man fuck y'all Yo Jeckel Brothers out May
for my downfall Y'all motherfuckers live off of negativity What y'all niggaz need to get through your motherfuckin heads Is that, y'all fuckin with
gunned down in Las Vegas Just six months earlier, our prayers go out to the families." "Westside Radio, Julio G. A sad day today for the West coast; we lost an icon y
his brains Y'all with the violence, we move in silence Silence plus silence the guns I was the wildest, that was childish Now I stack my ones Shinay was in love with
