Boldy James, Heem B$F, Chase Fetti - Voices lyrics

Brrr! They know
It's Heem, nigga, Sopranos
Boldy, whatup, nigga? They know

I'm with one or two niggas with three
Four guns it's like five in the morning
Send 'em up to the sun
All-black Timb' boots, dressed up like nuns
Leave you full of pinholes from
Them real big guns
Try to tell us, "use sense"
But we ain't have none
Hit 'em up close with six
From that all-black Judge
Flashes from my first shootin'
Used a all-black snub
Told me bring his head back
He gon' throw me a dub
Gotta sneak the guns in when
We walk in the club
Nigga try to front his moves
Now he sleepin' for good
Kept it real before the deal
Still be in the hood
Right on that block where I was raised
You would be if you could
Uncle told me "Use the gauge
No Boyz n the Hood"
Leave you Ricky on the couch
If the trigger get pulled
I'm comin' through like 'fore
That caine get back
Use precision, aim low until
That thang kick back, they know

You can run, nigga
Go and hide, here we come, nigga
Feel the reaper on your back
If we catch you, then you done, nigga
Homicides, I seen the sign, nigga
Plenty bodies where I'm from
So keep your cool 'Fore you come up missin'
Niggas know I'm from the real trenches
Fuck the police and fuck the witness
Silence as we kill niggas
I just tell it like it is, nigga
Just seen the devil, plus it's
Voices in my head, nigga

Lot of us fib about the lives we live
Where my real niggas that make the
Type of vibes we give?
My niggas kill niggas
All the homicides we did they pick you up
You already know what time it is
All the crimes we committed? Don't remind me
Shit try to forget about it every time
I pop me a ten double-cup full of meds
How many lines this is?
Already fucked up in the head from
All the time he did big bag full of goodies
Look like the laundry in
He wasn't raised in my hood
He was a Cosby kid just as soft as he look
Told him to talk to the hook
He only called me to cook
He want his nine re-did
Couple permanent scars from all
The times we slid fake Blood
Don't even know what type of slime he is
Them bricks came with the Newports? Well
I'll be damned on the east side of Detroit
Welcome to Zombieland it's Mafia

You can run, nigga
Go and hide, here we come, nigga
Feel the reaper on your back
If we catch you, then you done, nigga
Homicides, I seen the sign, nigga
Plenty bodies where I'm from
So keep your cool 'Fore you come up missin'
Niggas know I'm from the real trenches
Fuck the police and fuck the witness
Silence as we kill niggas
I just tell it like it is, nigga
Just seen the devil, plus it's
Voices in my head, nigga

A hundred thousand packs stuffed full of MDA
I was dealin' yay
I should be playin' in the NBA
Old man wasn't home
I had to think of ways of gettin' paid
I got it from the docks
I hit the stove and had a fish fillet
Don't try and pick my brain, been insane
I'll hit a lick for change
I'm a chemist with a brick of 'caine
I get to beatin' it like eggs, nigga
Close my eyes and smoke some
Reefer with my dead niggas
Front of that deli for some
Cheese, we gettin' bread, nigga
Treat you like a Packer fan and
Put it on your head, nigga
Yeah, look
It's on the floor, like "fuck a garbage"
Granny caught me in the act
I told her it's a cup of flour
Few niggas double-crossed me for
A couple dollars go across a nigga throat
A nigga think of crossin' ours

You can run, nigga
Go and hide, here we come, nigga
Feel the reaper on your back
If we catch you, then you done, nigga
Homicides, I seen the sign, nigga
Plenty bodies where I'm from
So keep your cool 'Fore you come up missin'
Niggas know I'm from the real trenches
Fuck the police and fuck the witness
Silence as we kill niggas
I just tell it like it is, nigga
Just seen the devil, plus it's
Voices in my head, nigga