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streetlife originals - the assassin, act i lyrics

[tech n9ne]
and i’m back to the drama, yes that karma
double back and slap me without armour
troubled cats …
and a loveable act extractin at y’all
give me a reason why this season is ceasin a sin season of grievin
i grim greed and the speeds of our fans feelin us
everybody around me downs me and it astounds me profoundly
whether they hound me or clown me tryna keep my mind calm
i keep six soundly around me all through my town and your county
but i hit that ground cause i found i’m a walkin time bomb
i feel like a f-ckin maniac, in public when a flip the zaniac
they love it n-gga this ain’t actin
when i’m full of money n-gga this ain’t happenin
when your dream boat sails away you just sob did a regular job and start to rob
went crazy when losin your lady your heart harden so
i’ma keep it insane with my 30 thousand dollar chain
and use it as bait for n-ggas who hate and wanna resurrect samhein
out of a sick n-gga, with a short end of a stick i’ma stick n-ggas
cap peela, you don’t want me to be that when i snap, n-gga

[chorus]
one, two, gp’s comin for you
three, four, tecca’s at your door
five, six, got guns and clips
seven, eight, they seld your faith
one, two, gp’s comin for you
three, four, tecca’s at your door
five, six, got guns and clips
seven, eight, they seld your faith
[liquid -ss-ssin]
f-ck you i hate you, you fake think you way cool
mistakes you gon make you gon pay with your face too
in case spray you lay you on pavement and shake you
from bullets that break you and take you to angels
you know i’m gon get cash, i know that you spit trash
collide with you quick crash, i box with you fist fast
i’m not what you think that, i won’t get the clips back
i don’t hesitate to grab the gun and pow
like tecca nina my guns go (chyo)
gp comin through, n-gga what you gon do
when i come into the room, gun aimin at you
cl1ck boom, you don’t wanna see right to the tomb
when i come in with a crew, let’s play with them too
liquid -ss-ssin, i’ma ride for mine
b-tch -ss n-gga, i’ma die for mine
i’ma grab the heat and i’ma pack the iron
one two to your chest and one to your mind
ain’t n0body get best of me
i put you through more pain than pregnancy
i don’t really give a d-mn, what s-xy beast
can’t catch you (???)
you don’t want me to even cut the clip bro
like a toilet vauilt i’ma drop the sh-t load
slide to your pad and i’m creepin tip-toe
(???) let the clip go!

[chorus]
[k!lla c]
these boys are sick, these boys are foul
on a lay face down, just ask me how
if you p-ss me off homie, then it’s straight f-ckin over
cause my trigger finger switchin and i’m far from sober
i ain’t gon stop, it just ain’t in me
even if the prison is right where they’ll send me
i’ll slide right in, hollow tips in my clip
i’m let them ride out, unless you give me my sh-t
stressin with my wesson, i’m gon teach you a lesson
when i come through and ride, you consider it a blessing
suck my d-ck, b-tch, cause i hate you like a motherf-cker
at your front door, ’bout to make your mother suffer
phone cords and ropes, pistols and gauges
the world wants us dead like the way in them cages
we came in, we conquered, we got what we wanted
years from now they’ll say that your house is haunted

[chorus]

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