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Gravediggaz - Bloodshed lyrics
[Intro: Poetic] I'ma dedicate this one to all my cats that's locked up Gravediggaz We're tryin to dig you up out that grave right there Yo [Poetic] Through the eyes of a Gravedigga, yo, everything is going to Hell My super thugs is all goin to jail, blowin their bail on ballin When business and sales keep fallin, but when the streets keep fallin My peeps keep crawlin, deep into the trench With God-U's for self-defence, the war is intense My warrior sin says manifest says send out the S.O.S., Save Our Soldiers Represent, behold our hour with the glass of time Can we only get power, from a mass of crime? Havin a judge sayin, "Your ass is mine" As I pearls to get cash, the swine Like it ain't enough positive shit to go around As black bones get deposited into the ground When I hit you with truth it hurts You'll rather here about those spooks and ghosts [Chorus X2: Poetic] Don't let it get you down son, when the block's locked down Dirty cops come around with four-pounds, and niggaz get shot down dead Laid up in the cemetery bed, we all live amongst the Bloodshed [Frukwan] Yo, unleash the vent, build off the strength De-orogatory switch, niggaz bust the snitch A-alikes thinking foul, could see it Fat ground crossed ya feet, thug God, the navy seal For real, protect my own peeps from guns and shields Let him heal, send him back in a stretched Deville Most wanted, the most dangerous Brain and guts bein spilled is the aim for us, plus P.H.D.'s, never these, black niggaz get caught in traffic Fittin the demographic The Lone Ranger, 400 years still a stranger Still gettin beat like a Harvey Wallbanger Destined for rage and uprise, inherit the meak Still enslaved in Romanian Greek Guard the tally, your finale in the street Mothafucka, I still rule the valley (what nigga?) Chorus X2 [Poetic] Sufferin little children are comin to me Livin in the ghetto and slums of misery Ebony lives, they're subject to venom and lies The black youth with minimum ties No root to the tribal glues you provide a guide Soul divide is self-suicide You and I, should bond together Unified, through the stormy weather Do or die, you was born my brother Nature's your mother, the most highest aura Father, who art in heaven, me and you, brethern, slippin inside of Hell's oven Run by the devils that got no lovin No wonder we all be buggin, pushin and shovin We totally frustrated, aggrevated, agitated, mis-educated Unappreciated, I got affidavits that date back to David, that's why we're hated Yet still we press on, even though the stress is the norm And the address that we rest is wrong Chorus X2 [Frukwan] My live Vietnam strong arms, I think with the trigger Hold your own, sacrifice the world for a nigga Word bond, Twelve Jewelz, the lifeline, vicular mind Up under the fine, sexual architechtual structure It only takes so much, in the trench hereditary My heart pumped the cold city lights I'm hypin up my niggaz to fight, y'aight Million Man March cavalry, assault and battery The double-edge style is single hand malice Deep thick, a bomber in the world a piranha NARCs bustin caps through your goose-down bomber The Kay Creo, ridin patrol, artillery, feel me? Fuck it, I'm all paramilitary, buckshots reign, the ruggeded terrain Unless a nigga standin for change The spoon fed lies are bein nothin but game Chorus X2 |
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