Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Horror feat. Tyler Woods, artist - The Lox. Album song The Trinity 2nd Sermon - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.11.2014
Record label: D-Block
Song language: English
Horror feat. Tyler Woods |
| We the bang, shoot 'em up gang |
| We up in the streets, see the wolves and the fangs |
| You can see the horror through the scope with an aim |
| All the real G’s front line do the same |
| Criminal mindstate, crack on my mom plate |
| Lox on that murder shit, we boost the crime rate |
| All black bandana, connects in Atlanta |
| Trayvon hoodie on, taped up banana |
| My nigga on that wild shit, life ain’t the way he planned it |
| When he fought a traffic ticket, fuck around and got remanded |
| All I keep is cash money, stacks in the rubber band |
| She don’t wanna fuck with him, she said he’s a bird man |
| Now I’m on my weed shit, early morning trying to find a dutch |
| Letters from Valhalla, I’m trying to stay in touch |
| Even though I’m rich, I jump out of the car with the AR |
| Yo Tyler, tell him who we are |
| We the bang, shoot 'em up gang |
| We up in the streets, see the wolves and the fangs |
| You can see the horror through the scope with an aim |
| All the real G’s front line do the same |
| Yeah, you wanna fuck with The LOX boy? |
| (boy) |
| You better come with that Glock boy (boy) |
| Yeah they run with them dope boys (boys) |
| All the killers and gangsters boy |
| Let it bang, never will the goonery stop |
| The devil knocked the same time opportunity knocked |
| I’m sick, like I never have immunity shots |
| I’m in the mood to let off, who in the mood to get popped? |
| I’m hungry, like I ain’t got no food in the pot |
| What I can do with this work, what I can do with the Glock |
| I can get the strip lit up, cause a funeral ah |
| Let it squeeze and feel it in my cuticles ah |
| Yellow M6, shit brown hoopde |
| You ain’t that wavy, you ain’t that loopy |
| Welcome to the fellowship, salute me or shoot me |
| Alpha Wolf Ghost, let it bang with the uzi |
| Silence is still golden |
| Salute to the niggas that blew a couple M’s on nothing and still holding |
| Clip empty, barrel still smoking |
| It wasn’t done right if the casket is still open |
| Revoked ya G pass, wake, funeral then the reed passed |
| Deserve a hollow tip in each knee cap |
| Cover in killers that just relapsed |
| Show up where you sleep at, eat at, believe that |
| Yeah, buckshot slugs in every shottie |
| Cause the gates ain’t pearly for everybody |
| The horror of not being able to see the 'morrow |
| Is the saga of this thing of ours that we apart of |