Tombstone
Take a look inside the darkness,
journey with a insane first-degree murderer
The little n**** in this world so big and bold,
the streets of C'll make you fold in the cold
Off to the road of the wasteland
There we can vision jails and deviant little heads
'till forces of ghetto kill
One everyday it's the same old thang
tho' i'm gettin up enough to flex
Show these haters,
better roll to the next to test
In 95th and we live for the liquid stress
it do good on the cold winter mid-chest
Stackin Gs by ten,
getting kinda hungry, back on the twin, 10-5
Destination, the trailer, grab the grub, n****, sell and bail
Ain't been gone ten minutes and somebody done crossed the line,
d*** here comes the squadron
-Chorus-Tombstone-
Come around my way,
if you wanna see cop stories
Tales of the hood,
way off in the woods of the wasteland
Times of our survival
Sin
We breed in these streets,
bring 'em heat, pump pump
Police proceed to release empty shells
He yells, "Freeze!" It ain't so easy
bringing soldiers to they knees,
instead we makin' n***** bleed
Called a pall-bearer to relieve me of the duty of fatal cop-killin
Embrace violence in total silence
Don't fault me for performin,
participate in slaughters, coffin
Dancin' to the rhythm of the rain,
draggin' coffins while I'm walkin'
through the asylum of my brain
Institutionalized
the drive to dis-computerize my mentality
programed for insane
Harass me about my dress code
Jumpin up out they car and they actually catch me,
intrudin' all over my threshold
It's been estimated, that more coppers die, strangulate 'em
Just like a mis-education
Feelin' heavily sedated all the while,
premeditated upon the outcome of my destination,
congregate amongst killas
And it ain't no approximation,
be facin' the nation on a one-way trip
to total annihilation, obliterated
-Chorus-
Tombstone
Bustas with blue suits better run, duck, hide,
because the slaughter death kill,
Cleveland runnin', f*****' up
Catchin these infiltrators,
boots replaced your face with steel-toes
Grab the gauges and ammo, let's roll
We can stop down the way,
pack some extra soldiers and liquids to roll with
Party on the way, to the n***** gotta be high in the sky
to watch another n**** b*** the dust
Disgusted in his eyes when he died
And yeah, I had a motive little n**** pulled the trigger,
had me jumpin' in the bushes
ncase this fight's out of line
So, I came back at him with a TEC-9
Who gives a d***?
Cause he work forces
b****, don't go tie him to me,
while n***** in the C be livin' for
infantry, infantry, infantry
Sin
All this time alone in the coffins,
never could find a way to phone back home
I lost my mind somewhere along the line
of drug abuse and cheap wine
High, just sittin, chillin, waitin' to die
I guess I'll ride, just for the hell of the journey
Disturbing thoughts, they cloud my mind
We live so low
We goin' for broke in this dirty game filled with no dreams and lies
I see devils in disguise
I hope you croak and choke from the slug off in your throat
It's time they hang from ropes, ridin' boats
Locs upon my eyes so you won't see the tears
when we reminisce on how you got killed
It's plain as day
You made that bed you lay
Ain't no more of them cotton fields,
see now you stay six feet underneath
so that put you deep inside that grave
Soon as that last trumpet sound, you well off on your way to Hell,
where you won't be found. You won't be found
My sight's so blurred I can't even see in front of me
To keep my thought process,
try to separate the night from the day
Can't escape my evil way
Put the gauge in a safer place,
under lock and key, cause ain't no tellin'
when I might be feelin' wanna run around inside of me
Hunt a n**** down surroundin' me
Engulf my heart and die
You said my sanity, I just lost it.
Them situations taught me how to pray
Now there you go
Gone to taunt my soul
You safe for now and you rolled with the worst of the killer
We so for-realer, with the stellar, and very quick to kill ya
Take a look inside the darkness,
journey with a insane first-degree murderer
The little n**** in this world so big and bold,
the streets of C'll make you fold in the cold
Off to the road of the wasteland
There we can vision jails and deviant little heads
'till forces of ghetto kill
One everyday it's the same old thang
tho' i'm gettin up enough to flex
Show these haters,
better roll to the next to test
In 95th and we live for the liquid stress
it do good on the cold winter mid-chest
Stackin Gs by ten,
getting kinda hungry, back on the twin, 10-5
Destination, the trailer, grab the grub, n****, sell and bail
Ain't been gone ten minutes and somebody done crossed the line,
d*** here comes the squadron
-Chorus-Tombstone-
Come around my way,
if you wanna see cop stories
Tales of the hood,
way off in the woods of the wasteland
Times of our survival
Sin
We breed in these streets,
bring 'em heat, pump pump
Police proceed to release empty shells
He yells, "Freeze!" It ain't so easy
bringing soldiers to they knees,
instead we makin' n***** bleed
Called a pall-bearer to relieve me of the duty of fatal cop-killin
Embrace violence in total silence
Don't fault me for performin,
participate in slaughters, coffin
Dancin' to the rhythm of the rain,
draggin' coffins while I'm walkin'
through the asylum of my brain
Institutionalized
the drive to dis-computerize my mentality
programed for insane
Harass me about my dress code
Jumpin up out they car and they actually catch me,
intrudin' all over my threshold
It's been estimated, that more coppers die, strangulate 'em
Just like a mis-education
Feelin' heavily sedated all the while,
premeditated upon the outcome of my destination,
congregate amongst killas
And it ain't no approximation,
be facin' the nation on a one-way trip
to total annihilation, obliterated
-Chorus-
Tombstone
Bustas with blue suits better run, duck, hide,
because the slaughter death kill,
Cleveland runnin', f*****' up
Catchin these infiltrators,
boots replaced your face with steel-toes
Grab the gauges and ammo, let's roll
We can stop down the way,
pack some extra soldiers and liquids to roll with
Party on the way, to the n***** gotta be high in the sky
to watch another n**** b*** the dust
Disgusted in his eyes when he died
And yeah, I had a motive little n**** pulled the trigger,
had me jumpin' in the bushes
ncase this fight's out of line
So, I came back at him with a TEC-9
Who gives a d***?
Cause he work forces
b****, don't go tie him to me,
while n***** in the C be livin' for
infantry, infantry, infantry
Sin
All this time alone in the coffins,
never could find a way to phone back home
I lost my mind somewhere along the line
of drug abuse and cheap wine
High, just sittin, chillin, waitin' to die
I guess I'll ride, just for the hell of the journey
Disturbing thoughts, they cloud my mind
We live so low
We goin' for broke in this dirty game filled with no dreams and lies
I see devils in disguise
I hope you croak and choke from the slug off in your throat
It's time they hang from ropes, ridin' boats
Locs upon my eyes so you won't see the tears
when we reminisce on how you got killed
It's plain as day
You made that bed you lay
Ain't no more of them cotton fields,
see now you stay six feet underneath
so that put you deep inside that grave
Soon as that last trumpet sound, you well off on your way to Hell,
where you won't be found. You won't be found
My sight's so blurred I can't even see in front of me
To keep my thought process,
try to separate the night from the day
Can't escape my evil way
Put the gauge in a safer place,
under lock and key, cause ain't no tellin'
when I might be feelin' wanna run around inside of me
Hunt a n**** down surroundin' me
Engulf my heart and die
You said my sanity, I just lost it.
Them situations taught me how to pray
Now there you go
Gone to taunt my soul
You safe for now and you rolled with the worst of the killer
We so for-realer, with the stellar, and very quick to kill ya