DJ AKOZA, Soulzay, FREDDIE DREDD, MC Holocaust - War Before Civilization lyrics
[DJ AKOZA, Soulzay, FREDDIE DREDD, MC Holocaust - War Before Civilization lyrics]
Gold in my mouth so you know a playa shinin'
All about my business
I can't keep puttin' the time in
But darkness is the cut
Hiding out and smokin' junts
T-E-X-A to the S, Look, come up Texa's cause
Mane, what the fuck is up you run
Your mouth and test my nuts
But, I'll move my hand and it's your gut's
Mane I just don't give a fuck
Doomshop we gettin' buck
Fear the reaper, finna creep ya
I got first come you can keep her
Freddie Dredd is gonna make you wet the bed
You feelin, taste the lead
You see me in your dream's
Controllin' everything you see
Then I come up with the twist
Make your body turn to mist
I got the bud and this
Akoza come in kill this shit
1726 smokin' blunt's and making hit's
Hear it bangin' up the crib
And no you cannot join our clique
Fuck about a hit
Unless the killa out to kill
The shop will chop you up and leave
You loose just like a slut
The crown, underground, in a goddamn casket
I'm the type of nigga that
Will make you a hazmat
Trigger finger itchin up, not a shit
Man my liver fucked, never ever lastin'
You a walkin' limp
You a mother fuckin' trash can
Garbage ass bitch, inside of a
Got away sweet, so a playa start laughin'
Fuck all you fake's
Imma make you bitches past tense
All about my business
I can't keep puttin' the time in
But darkness is the cut
Hiding out and smokin' junts
T-E-X-A to the S, Look, come up Texa's cause
Mane, what the fuck is up you run
Your mouth and test my nuts
But, I'll move my hand and it's your gut's
Mane I just don't give a fuck
Doomshop we gettin' buck
Fear the reaper, finna creep ya
I got first come you can keep her
Freddie Dredd is gonna make you wet the bed
You feelin, taste the lead
You see me in your dream's
Controllin' everything you see
Then I come up with the twist
Make your body turn to mist
I got the bud and this
Akoza come in kill this shit
1726 smokin' blunt's and making hit's
Hear it bangin' up the crib
And no you cannot join our clique
Fuck about a hit
Unless the killa out to kill
The shop will chop you up and leave
You loose just like a slut
The crown, underground, in a goddamn casket
I'm the type of nigga that
Will make you a hazmat
Trigger finger itchin up, not a shit
Man my liver fucked, never ever lastin'
You a walkin' limp
You a mother fuckin' trash can
Garbage ass bitch, inside of a
Got away sweet, so a playa start laughin'
Fuck all you fake's
Imma make you bitches past tense