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- Gravediggaz Bloodshed 歌詞
- Gravediggaz
- Ima dedicate this one to all my cats thats locked up Gravediggaz
Were tryin to dig you up out that grave right there Yo
Through the eyes of a Gravedigga
Yo everything is going to Hell
My super thugs is all goin to jail blowin their bail on ballin
When business and sales keep fallin
But when the streets keep fallin
My peeps keep crawlin deep into the trench
With God-Us for self- defence the war is intense
My warrior sin says manifest says send out the SOS
Save Our Soldiers
Represent behold our hour with the glass of time
Can we only get power from a mass of crime
Havin a judge sayin Your a**is mine
As I pearls to get cash the swine
Like it aint enough positive sh*t to go around
As black bones get deposited into the ground
When I hit you with truth it hurts
Youll rather here about those spooks and ghosts
Dont let it get you down son
When the blocks locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggaz get shot down dead
Laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed
Dont let it get you down son
When the blocks locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggaz get shot down dead
Laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed
Yo unleash the vent build off the strength
De-orogatory switch niggaz bust the snitch
A-alikes thinking foul could see it
Fat ground crossed ya feet thug God the navy seal
For real protect my own peeps from guns and shields
Let him heal sendhim back in a stretched Deville
Most wanted the most dangerous
Brain and guts bein spilled is the aim for us plus
P H D s never these black niggaz get caught in traffic
Fittin the demographic
The Lone Ranger 400years still a stranger
Still gettin beat like a Harvey Wallbanger
Destined for rage and uprise inherit the meak
Still enslaved in Romanian Greek
Guard the tally your finale in the street
Mothaf**ka I still rule the valley
Dont let it get you down son
When the blocks locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggaz get shot down dead
Laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed
Dont let it get you down son
When the blocks locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggaz get shot down dead
Laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed
Sufferin little children are coming to me
Livin in the ghetto and slums of misery
Ebony lives theyre subject to venom and lies
The black youth with minimum ties
No root to the tribal glues you provide a guide
Soul divide is self-suicide
You and I should bond together
Unified through the stormy weather
Do or die you was born my brother
Natures your mother the most highest aura
Father who art in heaven me and you brethern
Slippin inside of Hells oven
Run by the devils that got no loving
No wonder we all be buggin pushin and shoving
We totally frustrated aggrevated
Agitated mis-educated
Unappreciated I got affidavits that date back to
David thats why were hated
Yet still we press on even though the stress is the norm
And the address that we rest is wrong
Dont let it get you down son
When the blocks locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggaz get shot down dead
Laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed
Dont let it get you down son
When the blocks locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggaz get shot down dead
Laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed
My live Vietnam strong arms I think with the trigger
Hold your own sacrifice the world for a ni**a
Word bond Twelve Jewelz the lifeline vicular mind
Up under the fine sexual architechtual structure
It only takes so much in the trench hereditary
My heart pumped the cold city lights
Im hypin up my niggaz to fight yaight
Million Man March cavalry assault and battery
The double-edge style is single hand malice
Deep thick a bomber in the world a piranha
NARCs bustin caps through your goose-down bomber
The Kay Creo ridin patrol artillery feel me
F**k it Im all paramilitary buckshots
Reign the ruggeded terrain
Unless a ni**a standin for change
The spoon fed lies are bein nothin but game
Dont let it get you down son
When the blocks locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggaz get shot down dead
Laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed
Dont let it get you down son
When the blocks locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggaz get shot down dead
Laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed
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