Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Charlie Manson, artist - Esham. Album song Dead Flowerz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Charlie Manson |
I be the nigga with the 357 chrome plated, |
America’s most player hated and frustrated, |
Suicide’s still on my mind, I comteplated, |
Murder more niggas, dead bodies, premeditated. |
Born and brought up in Detroit street educated, |
Everything I do in this life is still drug related. |
Do my dirt by my lonely, so nigga I’m isolated, |
Many motha fuckas wanna see me incarcerated. |
Check the condition, stiff body in position, |
Body bag bloody from my murder composition. |
Nigga’s on suspendsion, get 'em broke like New Edition. |
Peep the transmission, from the street politician. |
Pop, pop, pop, to the dome, |
I fill my chrome, |
Chrome still shinin’and I’m grinnin’cuz my mind gone. |
Murder, murder, murder, is all I scream when I squeeze glocks, |
Number one way to kill a thug when the slug’s hot, |
I’m yellin’out die! |
Die, die, die, die, die, die, |
Die, die, die, die, die, die |
I’m yellin’out die! |
Die, die, die, die, die, die, |
Die, die, die, die, die, die, |
I’m yellin’out die! |
Die, die, die, die, die, die, |
Die, die, die, die, die, die, |
I’m yellin’out die! |
Die, die, die, die, die, die, |
Die, die, die, die, die, die, |
I come from the place where every nigga got a dope case, |
Scrappin’for five dollas at night, |
I hear nigga’s holla all in my head, |
These bloody visions of my city streets, |
That’s why when I roll keep the gat on the front seat. |
Niggas’ll murder me if I let 'em cuz they jealous, hoe, |
Fuck what you heard, I be dope like a half a bird, |
Schizophantic, manic, the shit is senseless, |
All I wanna do is see you bleed, cuz I’m relentless. |
The days of grace have long passed in the aftermath, |
Wicketest ways, turn your cities into blood baths. |
Manic depressive, I’m the nigga with the death wish, |
Snitch on me I’ll put a slug in your esophagus. |
Don’t fuck around if you can’t stand the consequence, |
Detroit niggas’ll make your punk ass past tense. |
All in my head, been suicidial since my date of birth, |
Nigga’s been plottin’to murder me, but I murder first, |
I’m yellin’out die! |
Die, die, die, die, die, die, |
Die, die, die, die, die, die |
I’m yellin’out die! |
Die, die, die, die, die, die |
Die, die, die, die, die, die |
I’m yellin’out die! |
Die, die, die, die, die, die, |
Die, die, die, die, die, die, |
I’m yellin’out die! |
Die, die, die, die, die, die, |
Die, die, die, die, die, die! |