Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bloody Tears, artist - Planetary. Album song Jedi Mind Tricks Presents the Best of Army of the Pharaohs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Bloody Tears |
Die motherfuckers die |
— Scarface |
AOTP shit nigga |
Die, die, die |
Die motherfuckers die — Scarface |
Top Gun of this rap shit |
Cock guns to blast shit, nigga what’s the meaning of that |
Shit, scheming, a black Smith & Wesson, what’s hood |
I’m grown, now I gotta start protecting my goods |
I gotta start protecting every one of my kids |
I gotta start protecting everything I got in the crib (That's my shit) |
I gotta have a fresh pair J’s for the whizz |
If not trees, if not that I ain’t handle my bizz |
A screwed up way to live |
But that’s me, follow my lead it is what it is (my niggas) |
I hold steel in the hour of chaos |
And hurdle through the base heads tryin' to just play with the odds |
I’m not the type of nigga to claim god |
But dog I heard you spit |
Do’t quit your day job |
I’ve always been the cat to slave hard |
Hoping that the dealer don’t turn over the face card |
Fuck the claps and cheers, all we want is respect |
And ya’ll fuckers are wild lame, yall ain’t nothing to sweat, UH |
Still certified greens and tan trees |
Still in the hood like damp leaves and banshees |
The last time they seen Vinnie Paz and kenny spaz |
We was blazed up in a cab, waving a semi- mag |
That was the time I dropped out of college |
The god of law thought he would go on his own |
Is still knowledge, knowledge |
Kinda ridiculous the way I get in this shit |
Some felt ignorant, me felt innocent |
So for now on my gods you now strong |
Niggas want war I get you murked by a wild jawn |
The only reason I ain’t on and my niggas is on |
Is cuz I got stuck on the gold pot that I’m sitting on |
Till I seen there wasn’t nothing there |
From my eyes to my ears I got stains of bloody tears |
AOTP, they know we be, O-N T-O-P |
(Die mother fucker, die) |
Fucking with these gentlemen, we run up in your residence, get you for your |
presidents |
(Die mother fucker, die) |
Make up the break up, I don’t wanna wake up, If I don’t got my cake up |
(Die mother fucker, die) |
AOTP, on top we be he he he he |
(Die mother fucker, die) |
The psycho’s back strong enough to push the Eifel back |
Halloween mask, Michael’s back |
Stay in your lane, you no named niggas get lipo’d up |
Lose weight when the rifle bust, I don’t like you fucks |
They want my life I want 5 mics, problem is I’m unsigned hyped |
Fuck is the deal, give me life in the booth with no fucking appeal |
I bet you my left lung they can’t fuck with the skill |
Bet you my right hand they gon' die in the trauma |
It’s the front street terrorist I ride like Osama |
It’s a thin line between a prick and a fool |
But these faggots they keep acting like snitching is cool |
Man these faggots they keep acting like I ain’t a beast |
Till their face is next to their sons under the beach |
Food for the crabs mission accomplished nigga take it in blood |
It’s a wrap, my crew acting like Satan is loved |
I’m Jesus in reverse, the son of Satan with a fire arm |
Water to blood |
, apocalyptic fire storm |
You a sucka rapper, never know what side you on |
I shoot my biscuit in the air until the sky is gone |
A 16 of mine murder your entire song |
9M submachine is long like your entire arm |
I’m a loud mouth fucka not a quiet storm |
I don’t believe in an afterlife so once you die you gone |
Never nothin soft, everythin' a violent song |
Kanye West, gay rapper, thats when lines are drawn |
Qwest hit me with a beat like he Italian mob |
It ain’t even beef no more, its Hillshire Farm |
I ain’t gonna leave your family any time to mourn |
My clenched fist shows the power that’s inside the palm |
The same 'palm that was taking human lives in 'Nam |
And I ain’t stoppin it till' all these human lives are gone |
AOTP, they know we be, O-N T-O-P |
(Die mother fucker, die) |
Fucking with these gentlemen, we run up in your residence, get you for your |
presidents |
(Die mother fucker, die) |
Make up the break up, I don’t wanna wake up, If I don’t got my cake up |
(Die mother fucker, die) |
AOTP, on top we be he he he he |
(Die mother fucker, die) |
Cocksucker (hahaha) |
Brat brat, yeah |
Big Louis Doggs (yeah) |
The genocide general (motherfucker) |
Doap Nix (AOTP) |
Demoz |
Planetary |
AOTP |
Kwest on the beat |
It ain’t a game baby |
Brap brap, hahaha |
Cocksucker! |
(Die, motherfucker die, die, die motherfucker die) |