
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DGC, Interscope
Song language: English
See No Evil |
I don’t read the XXL |
Tote a 45 to church, think I’m destined for hell, oh well |
Blood tears off the face of my Jesus Piece |
It’s bloodshed, feel the cracks in my city streets |
I’m from the crack of them city streets |
Used to sell crack in them city streets, born in Blood nigga |
In a coma five days, life of a thug nigga |
Momma ain’t show, grandma almost pulled the plug nigga |
Used to pull the gun out, just because of cause niggas |
Five shots to the head cause I’m a Blood nigga |
Nuttin' brewing but suwoo’ing where the fuck I’m from |
You lucky if you make it out of Compton, ask Andre Young |
Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin' down Green Leaf |
No peace so don’t get caught up with no piece |
Fuck Fatburger, we cooking that real beef |
Momma’s mourning they sons, I’m talking real grief |
Real funerals of them lost Juveniles |
Trying to be generals, be missing your dinner now, huh |
Say it’s a blessing when you die in ya sleep |
Cause the coroner don’t need no sheets, capishe |
I’m sayin', stop playing, wrap him up in what he lay in |
Fold a nigga arms, now a caskets what he pray in, Compton streets raised me |
Can’t tell my grandma nothing bout her baby, you crazy |
Such you see no evil |
She gonna knock it at all |
You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk |
Say we on our way now, I’m a see you again |
And when they ask you questions, you just answer |
What happened then? |
What happened then? |
I live this life at a pace that anyone can go |
Know your place and dedicate your role, to the faith that you’ll die alone |
Trace your steps when I do step in a fire of broken bones |
And I require my heart’s desire and when I reap what I sew |
I bought my momma a Benz, my boobie a jag |
A cut for my dogs with a roof full of glass |
But still I be feeling like none of my light never casts |
Out of that black cloud that’s been watered down since my first chopper blast |
But fuck that, I’m not worried, even when discouraged |
Skirt off makin' them hurt off I should have hurt them in a hurry |
Dirt off all under my fingers, dirt all of 'em gon is gone |
Shirt off when precesure, resuscitation came early |
I need you to keep quiet as a mouse |
Which is ironic cause rats is what I’m talking about |
I’m hearin the sonics of gun fire |
The whispers, the silent cries even though I know it’s an eye for an eye |
Such you see no evil |
She don’t hear nothin at all |
You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk |
Say we on our way now, I’m a see you again |
And when they ask you questions, you just answer |
What happened then? |
What happened then? |
I was born a soldier |
Ride or die for mine |
Tied two tears and a lawyer |
Tried to give me love |
Heaven can you hear me? |
I know that hell can’t |
So heaven can you hear me? |
I’m only just a maaaan… oooooooohhh |
You want to go to Compton? |
Nigga I’ll take you there |
Half City bodies get burnt butt-naked here |
Respect the code, a nigga’s calling from the pen |
Colombian neck-ties on the outside from within |
And then, your momma never see you again |
Casket to never wake up, plastered in MAC make-up, huh |
Niggas can’t hear you talking from the sky |
And only five year olds see your ghost when you die, no lie |
Karma catches up to all you head honchos |
2 Dome shots in that head, Griselda Blanco |
Shit get real though inside the Foxhills though |
Nigga living that fast life and get killed slow |
Ask Wack and Draws if a nigga run the streets |
My grandmother’s prayers saved you niggas, I never wanted peace. |
Los Angeles, I’m the motherfucking king here |
No first 48 cause motherfuckers don’t sing here |
Such you see no evil |
She don’t hear nothin at all |
You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk |
Say we on our way now, I’m a see you again |
And when they ask you questions, you just answer |
What happened then? |
What happened then? |
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