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SHOOT YA SHOT
02:02
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Constant hate in this world of pain, keep on moving strong
These thoughts arrive inside my brain and try to do me wrong
You ain’t my friend, punk, don’t get it twisted
Go back to where you belong
Empty bottles and tons of regret, this life I live’s been torn into pieces
Show me your anger, tell me I’m right
Better know my name, punk, we’ll eat you alive
I get high to mask the pain that stares me in my eyes
I cut ties with all my past, time to life my life
The pressure the world keeps giving me, won’t hold me down
What’s beef? That don’t mean shit to me
I hold shit down, mothafucka
You ain’t got what it takes, you wanna bring it shoot ya shot, boy
Shoot ya shot if you think that you got enough
Play it smart, boy, don’t act tough
Step on up if you got what it takes, but if not learn to fight another fuckin day
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NYC SHOOTOUT
03:14
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My will to live is constantly failing me
Long nights staring holes at my wall
I’ve been through some hard times it gets to me, they love to see me fall
I try to escape these thoughts that won’t ever leave my head
And nobody even fuckin cares if I live or wind up dead
Yo, I’m sick and tired of tryin to fuckin please everyone
I swear I’ll snap if a mothafucka tries me, i’ll be done
Only a matter of a time before my mouth will meet my gun and everybody here’s the shot and everybody starts to run
But until that day comes the gun is pointed at you
Better show me some respect before the led enters you
I’m from the 631, Suffolk County Queens represent
And all we make is bangers, go check the evidence
Weak lungs and coughs as rough as streets every single day
Burning eyes from non-stop lack of sleep
I’m about to break.
These days they move quick but slowly draining me till nothing’s left
Stains on my bedroom carpet from blood my wrists have bled
You gotta fight and hit harder than the demon ya facing
Spending nights fucked up shaking cold in a basement
You gotta stay wit da pacing and never be complacent just remember the dream ya chasing
Ya gotta fight like it’s the fight of ya life
And remember mothafucka, just the strong survive
So get to work and get your reps up and get to playin catch up, just because ya fuckin wit da best sir.
Keep ya cool, keep ya head up
I know you been fed up but who’s to blame if you ain’t catch up?
Work hard for what ya got in ya life and remember all about the best times that were nice
Forget about the times of hate and treachery and reflect on all the memories
These thoughts can get the best of me
But ima fight to stop it stressing me
I fight these that won’t leave my brain
My eyes won’t stop burning inside my head, forever trapped
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BUMP
00:15
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Feelings subside as time grows older
My mind decays, my heart gets colder
But one small slip and everything’s undone
I reach for the pills, I reach for my gun
Knife in my dresser and my wrists get slit with my heart beating heavy how I hate this shit
I hate this world, fuck this life
I struggle everyday just to survive
I’m feeling like I’m going insane.
Wanna put a bullet straight through my brain
Never feeding into the thoughts that’ll stray
Dealt a bad hand now my luck fades away
Demons get a hold and they tighten their grip
I try to escape but they don’t play that shit
Two steps forward, three steps back
Gonna kick the chair till my neck fucking snaps
Mind gets rotten as my days pass
Stuck in this hell can’t escape cause I’m trapped
Life gets pointless as time goes on, friends always telling me I gotta stay strong
Pray for forgiveness, confess all your sins
And hope that tomorrow that a new day begins
Then you wake up and find out it’s a lie
Your God won’t save you and either will I
Bible placed next to ya head now you’re dead to me
Put the blade straight to your throat, you’re a memory
Eating all these pills in my hand, my soul blames me
Mind is now full of regret and I hate me
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NYC MANHUNT
01:10
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Get to steppin’ cause we’re coming for ya neck
Walk in the room and I expect no disrespect
Fuck with my friends and be assured we’ll make you bleed
A Tyson hook to your punk ass will make ya sleep
Everybody thinks that just cause I kid around with my peoples that i’ll let shit slip
Believe it or not, I have morals in life
So don’t talk your shit cause it won’t be your night
You think that you know me? I know that you don’t
Fuck with my boys and I’ll come for your throat
Don’t try to come near me, don’t come to my shows
Crossing my line, fuck around and get smoked
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