"The Voices In The Dark" lyrics
That's on my mama though, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I'm out the bushes with it
There's a God in you
I put one up in the chamber, let that shit go off
A hollow-tip is all I need to make you fumble and fall
Me and my kin steady hustlin' so forever we ball
Like Jada Pinkett I be strapped, and, bitch, I'm settin' it off
This ain't no game, no Nintendo, no, you holdin' somethin'
Bitch, give it up and lay it down right on the ground before I fold you
'Cause you grippin' on the ratchet, like you bustin' somethin'
Now catch me dipped in all black, like the Reaper be comin'
Oh you don't say you thinkin' that you fuckin' with the menace
I'm a wolf amongst the sheep, I came back with bloody vengeance
I be surfin' off a thirty, whippin' shit like I'm a chemist
As I rise up from the guts, my demons take me from the system's [?]
New laser beams take your soul away, killer that make no mistake
Choppa hold the drum like Nick Cannon, it cause a murder case
Ride to my dyin' days, cock it back and give 'em grace
Bitch, you want a blessin', then take these 62's all in your face
Inside in my head, they tell me, "Kill 'em all"
Make your grave I'm quick to draw
Leave your lifeless body decapitated and shitted on
Hypnotize your mind and watch you crumble as I fade and fall
Strapped up with banana clips, Grey Gorilla gon' break you off
Bitch, what you hittin'? Yeah, you thinkin' I won't bust right back
All of the fire turn your body stiff and lay you all flat
Fuck competition, you can lick the sweat right off of my sack
I'm pushin' boulders, moving silent in the back of a 'Lac
I'm goin' in to take the grippin' on my Smith & Wesson
Never leave the crypt without my banger, always keep my weapon
Look over your shoulder, watch your shoes
Bitch, I can see you sweatin', shakin' when you talk
When on the run, shit, you ain't 'bout no action
Bitch, I'm on roll, popped a bean, made a milli' just from streams
You a friend or a foe? Motherfucker, no between
Shameless Money 'til the death of me, this shit is a regime
Ain't no pussy in my blood, I take your bitch ass from the scene
It's the killer Draco Foulplay, deep in the cut
Put the barrel down your throat and watch the bullet rip yo' guts
Got some youngins on my block, beat yo' ass for some blunts
Pull up with the fully loaded clip and empty out those slugs
It's the Grey*59 'til they murder me
Hang me on a crucifix until I meet my destiny
It's the Grey*59 'til they murder me
Hang me on a crucifix until I meet my destiny
It's the Grey*59 'til they murder me
Put me on a crucifix until I meet my destiny
It's the Grey*59 'til they murder me
Put me on a crucifix until I meet my destiny
I'm out the bushes with it
There's a God in you
I put one up in the chamber, let that shit go off
A hollow-tip is all I need to make you fumble and fall
Me and my kin steady hustlin' so forever we ball
Like Jada Pinkett I be strapped, and, bitch, I'm settin' it off
This ain't no game, no Nintendo, no, you holdin' somethin'
Bitch, give it up and lay it down right on the ground before I fold you
'Cause you grippin' on the ratchet, like you bustin' somethin'
Now catch me dipped in all black, like the Reaper be comin'
Oh you don't say you thinkin' that you fuckin' with the menace
I'm a wolf amongst the sheep, I came back with bloody vengeance
I be surfin' off a thirty, whippin' shit like I'm a chemist
As I rise up from the guts, my demons take me from the system's [?]
New laser beams take your soul away, killer that make no mistake
Choppa hold the drum like Nick Cannon, it cause a murder case
Ride to my dyin' days, cock it back and give 'em grace
Bitch, you want a blessin', then take these 62's all in your face
Inside in my head, they tell me, "Kill 'em all"
Make your grave I'm quick to draw
Leave your lifeless body decapitated and shitted on
Hypnotize your mind and watch you crumble as I fade and fall
Strapped up with banana clips, Grey Gorilla gon' break you off
Bitch, what you hittin'? Yeah, you thinkin' I won't bust right back
All of the fire turn your body stiff and lay you all flat
Fuck competition, you can lick the sweat right off of my sack
I'm pushin' boulders, moving silent in the back of a 'Lac
I'm goin' in to take the grippin' on my Smith & Wesson
Never leave the crypt without my banger, always keep my weapon
Look over your shoulder, watch your shoes
Bitch, I can see you sweatin', shakin' when you talk
When on the run, shit, you ain't 'bout no action
Bitch, I'm on roll, popped a bean, made a milli' just from streams
You a friend or a foe? Motherfucker, no between
Shameless Money 'til the death of me, this shit is a regime
Ain't no pussy in my blood, I take your bitch ass from the scene
It's the killer Draco Foulplay, deep in the cut
Put the barrel down your throat and watch the bullet rip yo' guts
Got some youngins on my block, beat yo' ass for some blunts
Pull up with the fully loaded clip and empty out those slugs
It's the Grey*59 'til they murder me
Hang me on a crucifix until I meet my destiny
It's the Grey*59 'til they murder me
Hang me on a crucifix until I meet my destiny
It's the Grey*59 'til they murder me
Put me on a crucifix until I meet my destiny
It's the Grey*59 'til they murder me
Put me on a crucifix until I meet my destiny
Writer(s): Ivan Ramirez, Michele Scatamacchia
