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ARMY OF DEAD
SXMPRA
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Young motherfucker made a one note beat
For the wiser motherfucker made it by the eighteen
Wanna be, wanna be, say you know what I mean
'Cause everybody really wanna be the one to be an enemy
To the beach and the bottom of the sea
Then we sink deep, never be a body retrieved
The dream of a life with an end to the suffering
While the weak sorrows are bittersweet
Ripping up out of the underground
Give me another round
I am the one that the fuckers be gathering 'round
Taking it back to the Venice, I tell everybody I'm back
Better run a bag with a bag
Meaning when I grab these racks
Put 'em in a bag
Levitate above a motherfucker, watch him handle that
Big bags, tight rope on a fucking slope
Big mags, .35, ain't no fucking boat
From the rags to the racks, they gon' do the most
Stay the same, never change, keep my brothers close
Big bags, tight rope on a fucking slope
Big mags, .35, ain't no fucking boat
From the rags to the racks, they gon' do the most
Stay the same, never change, keep my brothers close
Get up out the deck with the pellet
Never end it, take a breath, I put a C-5 cell in
Gonna be hell lit, gonna propel it
Gonna go and take it to the path unknown
Take it down, telltale, tap that four
Kill a rat with a bat and I stab my throat
What you living for the words? You could run it for the gun
Like three, two, one, but you got your slope
Step in, I'm 'bout to go sing
And I make it go drop, go turn to ghost
Run up the block, motherfucker on the clock
And I break it like chalk and I break it like post
My army of dead is on the patrol
I'm bringing the burgundy color to roll
My brother Rick Roman, I'm bringing it home
With the blade and the help of the oldest soul, fuck
Big bags, tight rope on a fucking slope
Big mags, .35, ain't no fucking boat
From the rags to the racks, they gon' do the most
Stay the same, never change, keep my brothers close
Big bags, tight rope on a fucking slope
Big mags, .35, ain't no fucking boat
From the rags to the racks, they gon' do the most
Stay the same, never change, keep my brothers close
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