Chain dangle in her face
Now I got her hypnotized
Love the way she keep it real
I'm tranced what's in between her thighs
Wild West cowboy
I aim it from the hip
Then fire
Tweaker stuff the crystal ball
Then melt the crystal
With the light
Was serving fiends palm to palm
Now bitches shaking pom poms
They wanna make a rom com
So I tell em what they want
Leaving after midnight
'fore sunset back in Littlerock
Chop it up with my boys
They gambling
And lickin' shots
Keep my mind off the court cases
I rather stay distracted by the money and the next stages
Keep my mind off the newest angels
Keep a nine in the Dickies jacket
Eight ball for the necrophages
The bass in my voice make your spoiler shake
Nun-Chuck
He the nigga with the money to make
Alot of niggas sit in rooms
And they aura just fake
Get yo dough
It may be slow
Just do it at yo pace
Nun-Chuck killing hella niggas
Chucking bombs at your face
Disintegrate you with a snap
Not leaving much of a trace
Disrespect 5th Circle
Get put in your place
Money fiend
I need the blues
But this ain't no race
That gold beam shinin' when I click
Open the case
Pulp Fiction how she smear
That white girl on her face
That Mazda three is what I'm pushin
When I need a escape
Hit the button
Wing lifted
Leave the keys in the bay
Big dog
I show my teeth
With diamond coated fangs
I'm everything and everywhere
With the pinky rings
Shut the f*ck up bitch
And take this dick to the brain
It's Nun-Chuck
Man you niggas is lame
Bitch ass nigga
Pain painted on my face
Clenching on my jaw
Don't see red
My vision clear
In my right mind
I see it all
Never banged a color
Gameboy Color
Pencil in my palms
Only way to ease my mind
From these brushes with the law
But my back hit the wall
And it cornered me and moms
We had
Junkies stealing from us
We had rats inside the walls
Plus she couldn't kick her habit
Every now and then withdrawals
She got high inside her closet
Or smoked dope inside the car
Uncle high on his emotions
So her airways got cutoff
My clothes were torn n faded
Couldn't afford the local mall
12th grade
Brother in 8th
We shared our boxers, shirts, and socks
Feeding our peoples habits
Just last year a few died hard
Excuse me if my mind is broke
It isn't like kaleidoscopes
It's a Rorschach
From the life that my fam had chose
Unfamiliar with the love
Unfamiliar feelings when I'm told
The addicts in my blood
Know the ins and outs of selling dope
Every fights been uphill
Every now and then
Slip on the slope
They say they're giving hands
But they really handing me a rope
My father been long gone
Can only do so much on telephones
Lil boy is lost
Can you blame him for which way he goes
Each generation gone
A new one left behind inside the circle
Never seen a heaven
We take uppers when we down low
Living here is as good as dying
Can you even call it so
Maybe making out alive
Was never even possible
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Chain dangle in her face
Now I got her hypnotized
Love the way she keep it real
I'm tranced what's in between her thighs
Wild West cowboy
I aim it from the hip
Then fire
Tweaker stuff the crystal ball
Then melt the crystal
With the light
Was serving fiends palm to palm
Now bitches shaking pom poms
They wanna make a rom com
So I tell em what they want
Leaving after midnight
'fore sunset back in Littlerock
Chop it up with my boys
They gambling
And lickin' shots
Keep my mind off the court cases
I rather stay distracted by the money and the next stages
Keep my mind off the newest angels
Keep a nine in the Dickies jacket
Eight ball for the necrophages
The bass in my voice make your spoiler shake
Nun-Chuck
He the nigga with the money to make
Alot of niggas sit in rooms
And they aura just fake
Get yo dough
It may be slow
Just do it at yo pace
Nun-Chuck killing hella niggas
Chucking bombs at your face
Disintegrate you with a snap
Not leaving much of a trace
Disrespect 5th Circle
Get put in your place
Money fiend
I need the blues
But this ain't no race
That gold beam shinin' when I click
Open the case
Pulp Fiction how she smear
That white girl on her face
That Mazda three is what I'm pushin
When I need a escape
Hit the button
Wing lifted
Leave the keys in the bay
Big dog
I show my teeth
With diamond coated fangs
I'm everything and everywhere
With the pinky rings
Shut the f*ck up bitch
And take this dick to the brain
It's Nun-Chuck
Man you niggas is lame
Bitch ass nigga
Pain painted on my face
Clenching on my jaw
Don't see red
My vision clear
In my right mind
I see it all
Never banged a color
Gameboy Color
Pencil in my palms
Only way to ease my mind
From these brushes with the law
But my back hit the wall
And it cornered me and moms
We had
Junkies stealing from us
We had rats inside the walls
Plus she couldn't kick her habit
Every now and then withdrawals
She got high inside her closet
Or smoked dope inside the car
Uncle high on his emotions
So her airways got cutoff
My clothes were torn n faded
Couldn't afford the local mall
12th grade
Brother in 8th
We shared our boxers, shirts, and socks
Feeding our peoples habits
Just last year a few died hard
Excuse me if my mind is broke
It isn't like kaleidoscopes
It's a Rorschach
From the life that my fam had chose
Unfamiliar with the love
Unfamiliar feelings when I'm told
The addicts in my blood
Know the ins and outs of selling dope
Every fights been uphill
Every now and then
Slip on the slope
They say they're giving hands
But they really handing me a rope
My father been long gone
Can only do so much on telephones
Lil boy is lost
Can you blame him for which way he goes
Each generation gone
A new one left behind inside the circle
Never seen a heaven
We take uppers when we down low
Living here is as good as dying
Can you even call it so
Maybe making out alive
Was never even possible
Now I got her hypnotized
Love the way she keep it real
I'm tranced what's in between her thighs
Wild West cowboy
I aim it from the hip
Then fire
Tweaker stuff the crystal ball
Then melt the crystal
With the light
Was serving fiends palm to palm
Now bitches shaking pom poms
They wanna make a rom com
So I tell em what they want
Leaving after midnight
'fore sunset back in Littlerock
Chop it up with my boys
They gambling
And lickin' shots
Keep my mind off the court cases
I rather stay distracted by the money and the next stages
Keep my mind off the newest angels
Keep a nine in the Dickies jacket
Eight ball for the necrophages
The bass in my voice make your spoiler shake
Nun-Chuck
He the nigga with the money to make
Alot of niggas sit in rooms
And they aura just fake
Get yo dough
It may be slow
Just do it at yo pace
Nun-Chuck killing hella niggas
Chucking bombs at your face
Disintegrate you with a snap
Not leaving much of a trace
Disrespect 5th Circle
Get put in your place
Money fiend
I need the blues
But this ain't no race
That gold beam shinin' when I click
Open the case
Pulp Fiction how she smear
That white girl on her face
That Mazda three is what I'm pushin
When I need a escape
Hit the button
Wing lifted
Leave the keys in the bay
Big dog
I show my teeth
With diamond coated fangs
I'm everything and everywhere
With the pinky rings
Shut the f*ck up bitch
And take this dick to the brain
It's Nun-Chuck
Man you niggas is lame
Bitch ass nigga
Pain painted on my face
Clenching on my jaw
Don't see red
My vision clear
In my right mind
I see it all
Never banged a color
Gameboy Color
Pencil in my palms
Only way to ease my mind
From these brushes with the law
But my back hit the wall
And it cornered me and moms
We had
Junkies stealing from us
We had rats inside the walls
Plus she couldn't kick her habit
Every now and then withdrawals
She got high inside her closet
Or smoked dope inside the car
Uncle high on his emotions
So her airways got cutoff
My clothes were torn n faded
Couldn't afford the local mall
12th grade
Brother in 8th
We shared our boxers, shirts, and socks
Feeding our peoples habits
Just last year a few died hard
Excuse me if my mind is broke
It isn't like kaleidoscopes
It's a Rorschach
From the life that my fam had chose
Unfamiliar with the love
Unfamiliar feelings when I'm told
The addicts in my blood
Know the ins and outs of selling dope
Every fights been uphill
Every now and then
Slip on the slope
They say they're giving hands
But they really handing me a rope
My father been long gone
Can only do so much on telephones
Lil boy is lost
Can you blame him for which way he goes
Each generation gone
A new one left behind inside the circle
Never seen a heaven
We take uppers when we down low
Living here is as good as dying
Can you even call it so
Maybe making out alive
Was never even possible
Writer: Miguel Bailon
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