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Mr. Shadow - My Hood to Your Block lyrics
[Mr. Shadow] It's the advocate of gangstarism I gotta give it to my fellons serving time in prison Intermission with those oppossing my opponents die Snatch a motherfucker for bluffing and they wonder why Oh my , who am I?? The stalkerof the night Still crepping through them darkest of them streets With my gangsters straight chiefing burning leaves Of Hairy batches, like matches we leaving ashes Mashing and we reacting with actions swinging like axes Nothing relaxes me but fat blants and sticky bushes The only kind of mariguana that a baller smokes and pushes Using T-A-C for stimulation, intoxication I'm the reason why they call it medication It's the return of the One Man Batallion Bitch slapping fools like a pimp in the alleywun Me and my dawgs break laws, you feel the heat Unique dont let me speak unless you wanna meet defeat [Chorus 2x] One, Two many motherfuckers wanna blast me But when they see me they walk right pass me Acting like a bunch of little tricks But all I gotta say to my enemies is suck my dick [Mr. Shadow] I got dank that'll make a motherfucker think, I for living I am Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment the unforgiven All My dawgs swigging but all I do is rest so when you smoke with me and Diablo Motherfuckers bring you own, stoned like a motherfucker cloud nine Beep as I recline, getting high fuck one time Mind elevated banging daily on these streets Where my soldiers play for keeps And the grim always rips, this shady sons of sluts Wanna put me in a bag, but I got that .45Mag Ready to shoot me a filthy rat, strap on my waist line Fool you wanna test mine come meet a motherfucker Feell the heat and see that I never waste time Ain't no next time, bitch I roll in the West Shit is so fucken hected, my babies momma is wearing a vest Test my skills and feel the pain, brain cell killing every day Drug dealing to get payed so fuck you, were all the same [Chorus] [Mr. Shadow] One,two many motherfuckers wanna burry me They think there scaring me, we'll they just daring me To reach for my motherfucking weapon. stop supressing Rearranging the residential section, presidential everything From San Diego To Japan, Beyond Entertainment Be fucking up the program, no damn cop is gonna stop me from smoking We are already motherfucker thinking that I"m joking, bullet poking Straight blasting on the otherside Fuck attempted murder I'ma go and for a homocide Wicked, why do motherfuckers try to get sick If they know that It don't amount to shit Chico let the people know we get lethal with weapons Who accept to this evil lyrical Jefe Sur O' Este, 6-1-9 is all I know no more blunts guess were headed to the liquor store |
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