Boldy James, Nicholas Craven - Death & Taxes lyrics

Where we at? Craven
Mr jackson, yeah let's get it

It's Mr price of Tea
Can't understand these niggas for
The life of me
How they was never none of the above
What they was trying to be
Now, out the blue
They ConCreatures I find that shit amusing
They thinking we the same
Don't know that I'm not even human
Me and Bruno seasoned vets
Play with the work same way I treat my pets
Screaming, "Free the real"
Tell them to keep the rest
Niggas know who put on for the D
But won't give me the cred
Don't know too many niggas in the
Streets who beat the feds
Borderline anemic in Detroit
You gotta bundle up creature Gang
Niggas gettin' horsed if they ain't one of us
In my ghetto where we play
It every man for himself
Black and white paperwork
Cleaner than the Board of Health on the set
I done done some things
But never gon' confess at one point in time
Seemed like that money had my soul possessed
Still drug zonin' on the 6
But this ain't Bouldercrest
Linked up with some real
Niggas out in Montreal, quebec
Let's get it

I put that on the set
227 Creature Gang, we heavy on the press
Have my youngin knock a nigga down
Soon as he up the rod
A nigga play with Bo Jack
He getting struck to God
That's what you pussy niggas get
For living in the past everything he did
It came back and bit him in the ass
Say you can run
But can't hide soon as we catch you lacking
It's two things you can't escape, nigga
That's death and taxes

Two-way deuce siete
Was six plus figures richer soon
As we met with Jefe
This weed I smoke is funky as Le Pew
I call it Pepe
Speed Demon 392 float like a Segway
Collarbone on frigid
Spinning up a four and a midget
Life is what you make it
He taketh and He giveth
SIG Sauer 227 limited edition
Flawless reputation, blemish free
I kept it mint condition
Got it the harder way
So you know I was penny pinching
Paranoid, quick to up the pole
On any nigga clinching
Going forward in the clutch when
It's 4th & inches
Slide down your chimney for that bag
All my nigga grinches
Hear niggas claim they from the gutter
But I'm from the trenches
Ghetto Olympics, hitting hurdles
I was jumping fences
Seventy-sixin' off of Curtis
Got the junkies bingeing
Hunting for that drink, ain't
Found no purple, got my stomach cringin'
It's Blocks

I put that on the set
227 Creature Gang, we heavy on the press
Have my youngin knock a nigga down
Soon as he up the rod
A nigga play with Bo Jack
He getting struck to God
That's what you pussy niggas get
For living in the past everything he did
It came back and bit him in the ass
Say you can run
But can't hide soon as we catch you lacking
It's two things you can't escape, nigga
That's death and taxes what else?