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the silent ones – they want me dead lyrics

[intro]
yo
how we do prop ah?
yo, yo

[chorus]
they want me dead
(the ones on the block with the glock that plot when they spot what you got, big knocks)
they want me dead
(the ones calling beats in the east, release with the piece in the hood and white sheets)
they want me dead
(the ones with the curls and the waves and the braids that for days tryna blaze under the haze)
they want me dead
(the ones with the suit and the tie ’cause prices too high to pay when you die)

[verse 1]
[?] in a vision that was blurry
[?] out of respect [?] your things in a hurry
you better flash quick before [?]
why put two and now your [?]
the whole crew is [?] out of state
[?] while he got stuck [?] with the weight
and all that bullsh-t that happened out in virginia
i was in the black [?] doing what i do
[?] illegal [?] warfare crab n-gg-s steer clear
[?] fill up your head [?]
you wanna be dead, but now i got to check you like a fed
you hear what i said, you n-gg-s better know ’bout me
when you comin’ to the show don’t even think about doubtin’ me
or reroutin’ me ’cause the trees is all mine
’cause i’m duly inclined to shine, whatever cat

[chorus]
they want me dead
(the ones on the block with the glock that plot when they spot what you got, big knocks)
they want me dead
(the ones calling beats in the east, release with the piece in the hood and white sheets)
they want me dead
(the ones with the curls and the waves and the braids that for days spread your legs with the aids)
they want me dead
(the ones with the suit and the tie ’cause prices too high to pay when you die)

[verse 2]
these playa-hatas, drawin’ up plots to have me knocked
off the hemisphere bustin’ takin’ clear shots
but f-ck around and find yourself in a state of shock
with multiple of haters floodin’ up your city blocks
therefore your actions bob and weave
[?] deliver blows, get ride of those throwin’ that shade
while i’m gettin’ paid for days but might fall from the edge
’cause you never know what’s goin’ though a n-gg-‘s head
the first sign of a snake gettin’ stomped out [?]
[?] and -ssumptions are clear, [?] now i’m holdin’ something
repeater in waistline, this kid’s tryna take me
you can’t waste time or get that -ss got
and it’s hot, scorchin’ up we went from dreamin’ to n-gg-s schemin’ on me
and usually those the ones you know, they get low
downright dirty, tryna irk me
lurkin’ overtime they workin’ burners out to hurt me
and when i do my thing to some it cause fascination
but many want to carry out acts of -ss-ssination
who’s watchin’, clockin’, peepin’ me out
is it my n-gg-s on a dime that was freakin’ me out?
i knew this [?] from the jump, watch your back ’cause what was said
n-gg-s packin’ burners c-cked back with hot lead
hatin’ to the max, you [?] aimed [?] his head
movin’ in silence son

[chorus]
they want me dead
(the ones on the block with the glock that plot when they spot what you got, big knocks)
they want me dead
(the ones calling beats in the east, release with the piece in the hood and white sheets)
they want me dead
(the ones with the curls and the waves and the braids that for days spread your legs with the aids)
they want me dead
(the ones with the suit and the tie ’cause prices too high to pay when you die)

[verse 3]
go ahead entertain these fools, i break all the rules
and pay the real dues while you choose to snooze
they want me out the situation [?] and i’ll shine yours
they wanna see my wig parted [?]
i never prejudge [?] your actions speak for itself
the strong gotta [?] ’cause the weak inherits the [?]
6,000 years of sickness so we overstayin’ good
without the bad in our life i really doubt that we could
however, they want me dead due to words i said
the liar want me dead for the truth that i spread
like legs, or b-tter, in between for easy access
i penetrate the mind over beats and verbal s-x next octave
[?] gotta die for us to rise
so come disguise like a thief in disguise, surprise
here we are [?] heaven’s supply
spiritual weapons of choice, we lift every voice, you die

[chorus]
they want me dead
(the ones on the block with the glock that plot when they spot what you got, big knocks)
they want me dead
(the ones calling beats in the east, release with the piece in the hood and white sheets)
they want me dead
(the ones with the curls and the waves and the braids that for days spread your legs with the aids)
they want me dead
(the ones with the suit and the tie ’cause prices too high to pay when you die)

they want me dead

- the silent ones lyrics

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