Bloody Tears

Top Gun of this rap s*it
C**k guns to blast s*it ***** what's the meaning of that
S*it's scheming to blast a smith and westin' was hood
I'm grown now I gotta start protecting my goods
I gotta start protecting every one of my kids
I gotta start protecting everything I got in the crib (That's my s*it)
I gotta have a fresh pair J's for the whizz
If not trees if not that I ain't handle my bizz
A screwed up way to live
But that's me follow my lead it is what it is (my ******)
I hold steel in the hour of chaos
And hurdle through the base heads tryin' to just play with the odds
I'm not the type of ***** to claim god
But dog I heard you spit
Do't quit your day job
I've always been the cat to slave hard
Hoping that the dealer don't turn over the face card
**** the claps and cheers all we want is respect
And ya'll f****rs are wild lame yall aint nothing to sweat UH
Still certified greens and tan trees
Still in the hood like damp leaves and banshees
The last time they seen Vinnie Paz and kenny spaz
We was blazed up in a cab waving a semi- mag
That was the time I dropped out of college
The god of law thought he would go on his own
Instill knowledge knowledge
Kinda ridiculous the way I get in this s*it
Some felt ignorant me felt innocent
So for now on I will guard you now strong
****** want war I get you murked by a wild jawn
The only reason I ain't on and my ****** is on
Is cuz I got stuck on the gold pot that I'm sitting on
Till I seen there wasn't nothing there
From my eyes to me ears I got stains and bloody tears
AOTP they know we be O-N T-O-P
(Die mother f****r die)
F****ng with these gentlemen we run up in your residence get you for your presidents
(Die mother f****r die)
Make up the break up I don't wanna wake up If I don't got my cake up
(Die mother f****r die)
AOTP on top we be he he he he
(Die mother f****r die)
The psycho's back strong enough to push the Eifel back
Halloween mask Michael's back
Stay in your lane you no named ****** get lipo'd up

Lose weight when the rifle bust I don't like you f***s
They want my life I want 5 mics problem is I'm unsigned hype
**** is the deal give me life in the booth with no f****ng appeal
I bet you my left lung they can't **** with the skill
Bet you my right hand they gon' die in the trauma
It's the front street terrorist I ride like Osama
It's a thin line between a p***k and a fool
But these f****ts they keep acting like snitching is cool
Man these f****ts they keep acting like I ain't a beast
Till their face is next to their sons under the beach
Food for the crabs mission accomplished ***** take it in blood
It's a wrap my crew acting like Satan is loved
I'm Jesus in reverse the son of Satan with a fire arm
Water to blood apocalyptic fire storm
You a sucka rapper never know what side you on
I shoot my biscuit in the air until the sky is gone
A 16 of mine murder your entire song
9M submachine is long like your entire arm
I'm a loud mouth ****a not a quiet storm
I don't believe in an afterlife so once you die you gone
Never nothin soft everythin' a violent song
Kanye West gay rapper that's when lines are drawn
Qwest hit me with a beat like he Italian mom
It aint even beef no more it's Hills*ire Farm
I aint gonna leave your family any time to mourn
My clenched fist shows the power that's inside the palm
The same 'palm that was taking human lives in 'Nam
And I ain't stoppin it till' all these human lives are gone
AOTP they know we be O-N T-O-P
(Die mother f****r die)
F****ng with these gentlemen we run up in your residence get you for your presidents
(Die mother f****r die)
Make up the break up I don't wanna wake up If I don't got my cake up
(Die mother f****r die)
AOTP on top we be he he he he
(Die mother f****r die)
C********r (hahaha)
Brap brap yeah
Big Louis Doggs (yeah)
The genocide general (motherf****r)
Doap Nix (AOTP)
Demoz

Planetary
AOTP
Qwest on the beat
It ain't a game baby
Brap brap hahaha
C********r