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Mr.Serv-On
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Cemetery Made
Lyricist:Craig Bazile, V Miller, E Smith
This black on black, crime gotta stop
I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man
I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man
Conflicted images fill my mind If it's my time to bless me on the grind Intertwine in this criminal military Where my best friend became my adversary
Never second guess me If it's me or you, I see your ass through To the bloody end, we meet again
When one of you coward bitches get the heart To take me from this world of sin I can't descend to my right To die with blood in my fucking eyes
Ghetto cries from the cemetery call me daily But I ain't ready to let you bitches take me Set me up with my closed arms open, gats smokin' Hoping for my last and final wish
Momma kiss me on the lips when I leave With a shank on my fucking sleeve I kill your child on your money for love Now she dead, God bless you if your child live
But if I don't, I'll be back with fucking rage in my eyes Hands on the gage, I'm cemetery made
I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man
I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man
Release me from this torture That this life gave me, the first time this world saw me Murder and betrayal chase me Car jacking, the crack dealers still see me
Why can't you bitches let me live in peace? Tears on my momma's sheets, won't let me sleep I'm walking the streets with tags on my fucking feet But I ain't ready to be that big shot caller That baller in the sky, see this killer in my eyes
But you bitches can't take me Why don't you drop your colors and ride with me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm gangbanging, no affiliation I'm living TRU like these letters across my stomach (T R U)
And I'm cemetery made Don't let me get faded with this gauge I'm ready to bust, bang, Hang 'em up and nigga, let you know my name
My alias, Mr. bad case, see this killer in my eyes, I'm ready to break you from your ghetto ties And now I'm coming, so nigga, you better start running See my cemetery made, so bang 'em up
I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man
I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man
My name is as I murder So a lot of niggas wanna get me cemetry made So I move to another city, I was born with a gun in my hand Now that I'm a grown man ain't a damn thing changed
C Murder, a soldier from that TRU click My dick gets hard when I see a niggas whig split Life full of crime so I abuses and chooses To never pull a gun if I ain't gonna use it
And known to smoke weed to calm my nerves But when I lace that shit, a nigga gettin' served (Booya) Sending haters to the mortuary, been to the cemetery But don't kill a nigga if you ever scary
Ain't got no time to be paranoid bustas Keep eye contact 'cause I don't trust ya, 187 is what I shout (187) Tattooed on my right arm 'cause that's what I'm about
You got beef with me? You're in danger Welcome to the motherfuckin' torture chamber Execution style beat down in slashes Kerosene to burn your ass up till you ashes
You history fool, you dead, ha ha ha ha Now you cemetery made
I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man
I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetery made, I'm looking at a dead man
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