Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never In Your Life, artist - Mr. Lil One. Album song Chicano Thugz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.01.2009
Record label: PR
Song language: English
Never In Your Life |
This is a story |
Of me |
Being a sick ass mothafucka |
As a youth |
Shootin mothafuckas like you |
And bitches like you |
You all fall victim to The Sickos |
Cause I roam and I don’t give a fuck |
And I never will, let me tell ya |
7 8 1 red rum, why? |
Really wanna know |
Look me in the eye |
I trust, not a mothafucka |
Get it through your head |
You dead mothafucka |
Givin out passes, make to the masses |
Cause I’m preachin, homicide classes |
Glasses could never ever see me |
Only the doomed could ever feel me |
You and me, could never mix |
Grab me a fake, put tape on his lips |
Tie em up, fry em up, Sicko style |
Flames to his brain, and then I smile |
While you, the others dance |
See me fuck around do the Devil’s dance |
Everybody, knows I |
Don’t give a fuck if you live or you die |
Never in your life could you ever fuck wit me |
Well if you’re the killer, go ahead and murder |
Six Six Six, damn |
Everybody trips, am I a sick man |
Well let me tell you a story |
Once opon a krime, sick up in the mind |
One with the horns, like a mother morns |
Kinda how I feel, fuck a last meal |
Take the last laugh, beware of my wrath |
Never talk shit unless you’ve walked in my path |
Physcotic, all the bitches get erotic |
You’se a dumb mothafucka if you bought it |
What? |
The lies, she fed to your mind |
The bitch is a felon, strike it three times |
Krimes everybody commits em |
But not every criminal is sittin in prison |
Listen and learn, before you get burned |
Respect you gotta earn, or get smoked like cherm |
Come along for a walk, mothafucka let’s talk |
The sparks full of boom, your marks on the stone |
Capon-e, I’m the shinin |
See you can’t find, mothafuckas like mine belong against time |
A land full of sin, they execute men |
Give a grin then they shoot, with a brim and a suit |
I’m off and I stalk mothafuckas that talk |
The words from the cross, because it, I lost it |
Fuck what you heard, through the birds, stop hopin |
Go and rewind these lines just spoken |
Feelin and tellin, only I can tell them |
The way that I do, they’re all about you |
Ain’t not tellin what I might do, since I don’t like you |
I feel I got the right to come and strike you, I might you |
Feel this, piss in the mist of the fog |
I admitt I commit a mob hit on your song |
Not it’s gone |
Yeah, Mr. Lil One |
Remember, enjoy your living |
Cause you’re for a long time dead |
Sicko baby |
I hate to say I told you so |
I told you so |
I told you |
I told you |
I told you |