Fugitives N.O.D. (Niggaz Of Destruction) (Ft. Frezno, Jesse James (Niggaz Of Destruction), LIl Dex, Mac Kyle, Project Pimp, Tommy Wright III & Tom Skeemask)
Verse:
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Frezno you know keepin' that stash
You know 2-Faced gotta make cash
Leavin' a trail, a body bag
Psychopathic, Schizophrenic, mastermind like Bruce ???
Killa' like IDI AMIN, know what I mean I'm lettin' my nizzutz hang
Down with the C to the A with the A to the K with the mind of Marcus Garvey
Slangin' and rangin' them shots up out a big Glock
With hollow point bullets and bodies
No doubt Killaz
Lemon ass Niggas
Shiver, cause' I'm deliverin' pain
Mix that motion coast it, roast it, toast it, tryna' maintain my brain
Smokin' on flames to calm my nerves
He's out like a mocking bird
Niggas who disrespect get put n check n beat to the fuckin' curb
Check my words when I speak
Raised up on South Memphis Streets
Keepin' that heat up under my seat
When I creep cheifin' ona' swisher sweet
Superblink, eyes are red, cause' that chronic is in my head
With the wood wood grain grippin' Seagram sippin' keep on distributing lead
Superstitious, treatin' you bitches like a fuckin' bad disease
Everyday I pray and stay so high because it ain't no peace
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Frezno you know keepin' that stash
You know 2-Faced gotta make cash
Leavin' a trail, a body bag
Psychopathic, Schizophrenic, mastermind like Bruce ???
Killa' like IDI AMIN, know what I mean I'm lettin' my nizzutz hang
Down with the C to the A with the A to the K with the mind of Marcus Garvey
Slangin' and rangin' them shots up out a big Glock
With hollow point bullets and bodies
No doubt Killaz
Lemon ass Niggas
Shiver, cause' I'm deliverin' pain
Mix that motion coast it, roast it, toast it, tryna' maintain my brain
Smokin' on flames to calm my nerves
He's out like a mocking bird
Niggas who disrespect get put n check n beat to the fuckin' curb
Check my words when I speak
Raised up on South Memphis Streets
Keepin' that heat up under my seat
When I creep cheifin' ona' swisher sweet
Superblink, eyes are red, cause' that chronic is in my head
With the wood wood grain grippin' Seagram sippin' keep on distributing lead
Superstitious, treatin' you bitches like a fuckin' bad disease
Everyday I pray and stay so high because it ain't no peace
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