Yo my pen triggers while my paper figures
That I’m not a pretend fixture wit the clip to ya dome, it ends ya life quicker
Yall got it made leavin niggaz in a pool of blood in a hurry g
It’s a mess ya see, but I’ll die for my people til I’m dead in the penetantary
A lot of confusion in the world, mistaken diamonds for pearls
And I shed blood in these streets, retaliatin’ underneath with the heat
These crooked fiends gotta nigga ready to retreat
But the chrome is in ya ride and I’m jus tryin to keep my fam by my side
Cry to the lord in the sky, I drone in like spies
Damn it’s hard for a playa makin all the little things a little bigger
The spittle rain to brittle triggers..
The kid can’t hold trains to control a nigga
And the lack of pain is a plus coz the lack of fame is killin him to feel a nigga
I don’t know my destiny, heaven or hell
Cause I’m the prophecy in the center I’m destine to fell
It’s so clear that I put fear in the site, a fight getting near every night
Since I’m sincere coz I’m here for the strike
With the mic that I review with precise
My casa no tiene techo, por eso me como la luna entera
Y el mundo se quera por de bajo de la tierra
Estoy enformo de los selos,..
La gente son estranos por eso me desvelo
La muerte se acuesta en tus entrañas
Entre tu sombra negra y las cara sin pena
Busca por el lado derecho, por que esos vato no tienen derecho
A qui tarte la vida que dios te dio un derecho buen hecho
Este orio me lo tengo que quitar del pecho!
That I’m not a pretend fixture wit the clip to ya dome, it ends ya life quicker
Yall got it made leavin niggaz in a pool of blood in a hurry g
It’s a mess ya see, but I’ll die for my people til I’m dead in the penetantary
A lot of confusion in the world, mistaken diamonds for pearls
And I shed blood in these streets, retaliatin’ underneath with the heat
These crooked fiends gotta nigga ready to retreat
But the chrome is in ya ride and I’m jus tryin to keep my fam by my side
Cry to the lord in the sky, I drone in like spies
Damn it’s hard for a playa makin all the little things a little bigger
The spittle rain to brittle triggers..
The kid can’t hold trains to control a nigga
And the lack of pain is a plus coz the lack of fame is killin him to feel a nigga
I don’t know my destiny, heaven or hell
Cause I’m the prophecy in the center I’m destine to fell
It’s so clear that I put fear in the site, a fight getting near every night
Since I’m sincere coz I’m here for the strike
With the mic that I review with precise
My casa no tiene techo, por eso me como la luna entera
Y el mundo se quera por de bajo de la tierra
Estoy enformo de los selos,..
La gente son estranos por eso me desvelo
La muerte se acuesta en tus entrañas
Entre tu sombra negra y las cara sin pena
Busca por el lado derecho, por que esos vato no tienen derecho
A qui tarte la vida que dios te dio un derecho buen hecho
Este orio me lo tengo que quitar del pecho!
