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kasinova the don - heaven sent lyrics

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[intro]
this is what we do right here you know?
(just give me another sack or something, man)
sometimes we just gotta find out something that will clear our minds
tell me if im wrong…
but now

[hook]
tell me am i wrong
and if i smoke a sack of marijuana till it’s gone, and then it’s on
lord forgive me for the terror i represent
praying for a better day, but it’s heaven sent
but now
tell me am i wrong
and if i smoke a sack of marijuana till it’s gone, and then it’s on
lord forgive me for the terror i represent
praying for a better day, but it’s heaven sent

[kasinova tha don]
i guess they don’t know that sh-lls burn
using my last breath, hoping my death become the leason that they all learned
clutching my tech while i’m rolling down the freeway
there’s no justice, no peace, take it easy
n-body listen to my final thought
i swear to god i’d rather die before i sit in court
swallow my pride and let the truth be known
i smoke a sack of marijuana till it’s all gone
dear mama, i’m going hard facing three strikes
and moving heavy narcotics got me working with the street lights
packing the goodies in my hoodie
a freak b-tch calling my phone want me to bone, imma beat the p-ssy
fully commited to my lifestyle
i’m raising h-ll, no smiles, even the devil yelling “pipe down!”
(pipe down)
illuminati wanna put me to sleep
can’t destroy a real n-gg- who controls the streets
baby i gotta eat but now

[hook]
tell me am i wrong
and if i smoke a sack of marijuana till it’s gone, and then it’s on
lord forgive me for the terror i represent
praying for a better day, but it’s heaven sent
but now
tell me am i wrong
and if i smoke a sack of marijuana till it’s gone, and then it’s on
lord forgive me for the terror i represent
praying for a better day, but it’s heaven sent

[kasinova tha don]
try to stop me, feel the wrath of my 12 gauge
lost my mind doing time, look what h-ll made
pouring liquor into my little rock
i’d rather fry on my own than be caught and shot
holding the chrome that i didn’t pop
father, i’m by my body’s demons
keep my glock c-cked for the punks who be scheming
dreaming in my drop top, i’m p-ssed out
looking for a trick to pop, put her -ss out
a freak by my n-gg- nature
a little n-gg- in the ghetto packing metal with my razor
showing my telling as the battle start to come alive
group my militart team, watch us multiply
-n-lyse, witness a living legend
and armageddon is here so motherf-ckers need count they blessings
‘pac is gone but the torch burning all-right (yes!)
i’m dropping some sh-t to make you motherf-ckers draws tight

[hook]
tell me am i wrong
and if i smoke a sack of marijuana till it’s gone, and then it’s on
lord forgive me for the terror i represent
praying for a better day, but it’s heaven sent
but now
tell me am i wrong
and if i smoke a sack of marijuana till it’s gone, and then it’s on
lord forgive me for the terror i represent
praying for a better day, but it’s heaven sent

[kasinova tha don]
i kept my whips clean, i flipped cream when i was sixteen
running down hard like stars caught in limousines
my homies started rolling dollar bills
he started hitting the product just to see how the power feels
it was a little too much, it had his nose bl–dy
an overdose was coming fast i guess that -ss lucky
but baby never in a million years
that i witness how this poison decompose my peers
let them all beware of this fatal holy high
as we rush to our graves just before we die
no need to cry now as i prepare for the battle, that’s our side half
many victims will start to perish
as we lie down, give me a reason to believe that
everything we fight for we can’t recieve
in this time of greed, imma make a mothef-cker pay
and if they take another crumb let me die today
(yes!)

[hook]
tell me am i wrong
and if i smoke a sack of marijuana till it’s gone, and then it’s on
lord forgive me for the terror i represent
praying for a better day, but it’s heaven sent
but now
tell me am i wrong
and if i smoke a sack of marijuana till it’s gone, and then it’s on
lord forgive me for the terror i represent
praying for a better day, but it’s heaven sent



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