
Six Lines, Two Dragons, and a Messiah $UICIDEBOY$ & Shakewell
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[Intro: Gangsta Blac & $crim]
Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st—
Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st— (Two to beam up, Scotty)
Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st—
Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily (It's a smash)
Vampin' to the st—
Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily (Northside, who? Northside, what?)
Vampin' to the st—
Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily (Northside, who? Northside, what?)
Vampin' to the st—
[Verse 1: $crim]
Huh, born from the slums
Cut from the womb had dope in my lungs
Twenty-eight grams if I wanna feel buzzed
Twenty-еight Xans if I wanna feel numb
Fucked in the head, еdge of my bed
Glock cocked back while I pray to the dead
If they wan' play, get the gang on the way
Dial three-three-three for the God of the grey
F to the I to the V to the E
To the N to the I to the N to the E
I'ma K to the I to the L to the L
E-V-E-R-Y thing around me
Turn they whip to a hearse, turn they block into dirt
Ash Wednesday, into dust, they return
When they gon' learn 'bout fucking with Titty?
Put 'em in a urn, roll 'em up in a Philly
Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st—
Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st— (Two to beam up, Scotty)
Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st—
Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily (It's a smash)
Vampin' to the st—
Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily (Northside, who? Northside, what?)
Vampin' to the st—
Damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily (Northside, who? Northside, what?)
Vampin' to the st—
[Verse 1: $crim]
Huh, born from the slums
Cut from the womb had dope in my lungs
Twenty-eight grams if I wanna feel buzzed
Twenty-еight Xans if I wanna feel numb
Fucked in the head, еdge of my bed
Glock cocked back while I pray to the dead
If they wan' play, get the gang on the way
Dial three-three-three for the God of the grey
F to the I to the V to the E
To the N to the I to the N to the E
I'ma K to the I to the L to the L
E-V-E-R-Y thing around me
Turn they whip to a hearse, turn they block into dirt
Ash Wednesday, into dust, they return
When they gon' learn 'bout fucking with Titty?
Put 'em in a urn, roll 'em up in a Philly
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