Song Lyrics

My hands got powder burns I just murdered a man, took his life over nothing if you ask me mother f*ck em, it was him or either me so I sold 50 empty out the clip in this bitch f*ck the dumb shit, now do I feel guilt no I don't thing so, light another cigarette, zonin out I think so, streetlight shinin through my rearview watchin, 'cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted,as I pass by watchin I relax 'cause I'm home now, had a funny at the beginning its gone now, 'cause we live in a due or die society, you do or either die tryin to do it sycologicly, I'm brain dead and I don't give a f*ck that's my excuse and I don't need an audience around for me to let loose, you let loose I catch you then I stretch you, album front ya do steepin vanish like a ghost

I'm a bad mother shut yo mouth, ain't no limit to what I earn, if it ain't money why should I be concerned, burn is what my enemies do, just like weed 223 reasons to bleed, yes indeed, I'm a ghetto boy, that's right everybody knows I'm a G, I'm what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after I burn a f*ck nigga, f*ck all y'all f*ck niggas

I got a black book that I ain't got no names in, instead I keep the pictures of craniums I done caved in, no I'm playin I still should have done it, 'cause a weak motherfucker just makes me sick to my stomach, I keeps it 100, not a game this is real life to die youngs a honor, you get old you live twice, take my advice they got shooters in them hills y'all, run up over them bushes, watch motherfuckers kill y'all, this shit is real dog, believe me I got you, mind duck in my cross hand now I shoot you, a dead man speaks no words, that's some true shit, courtrooms to hoods, the streetlifes roofless, all love for the dope and dollar signs, no witnesses no motherfuckin crimes, and I'm, living life like I'm dyin tonight,am I crazy you got damn right

I'm a bad mother shut yo mouth, ain't no limit to what I earn, if it ain't money why should I be concerned, burn is what my enemies do, just like weed 223 reasons to bleed, yes indeed, I'm a ghetto boy, that's right everybody knows I'm a G, I'm what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after I burn a f*ck nigga, f*ck all y'all f*ck niggas

Matt Johnson