MARCH THIRTEENTH *1987-2018* lyrics
by DEVILISH TRIO
[Intro: 80 Blocks From Tiffany's]
"I've seen 12-gauge shotguns. I've seen 12-gauge, um, pumps. Um—.45, um, military special with clip on the street. I've seen, I've seen hand grenades. I've seen beer—beer-can, beer-can bazookas made. Damn things hit you, it's just—just as getting hit with a gun. I'll tell you, there's—about things you think you'd never see on the street I've seen, I've seen dynamite on the street. I've seen all of this—you'd be surprised, man. Pretty soon, they gon' steal the damn atom bomb"
[Sample: 2 Nes - Stang Wit A Bang]
Born to scope, toe to toe, blow for blow, leaned on-
Born to scope, toe to toe, blow for blow, leaned on-
Born to scope, toe to toe, blow for blow, leaned on-
Born to scope, toe to toe, blow for blow, blow for blow
Snitches deep in them ditches
Must not mention, lest them find a hoe
Born to scope, toe to toe
Blow for blow, leaned on that
I be hypnotized, clickin' on n*ggas that come with that bullsh*t
Step with no weapon, then watch how it get you
And leave you with a crucifix
That mean you f*cked up, so you gettin' bucked up
That mean you f*cked up, so you gettin' bucked up
That mean you f*cked up, so you gettin' bucked up
That mean you f*cked up, so you gettin' bucked up
[Verse: MC Holocaust]
I ride down to the ground, catch hoes lookin' at me
Either you f*ck me or you don't ain't no goddamn in between
Filled with trauma f*ck all the sh*t that I done seen
Out of touch, with reality I'm not a human being
They put me six feet in a casket, I was [?] things
Leave you slumped like the Texas n*gga, but it's not from me
Glock from my hip view, a hipster I bet you rock Supreme
Come up from the junt, gotta get what I want
One hit wonder, when I ain't, you can call me Hitler punk
Out rap me, bet you won't, have remorse [?]
Mane, I hate this simple fact that my homie dead and gone
Once you left this Earth, through me your spirit will live on
[Sample: 2 Nes - Stang Wit A Bang]
Snitches deep in them ditches
Must not mention, lest them find a hoe
Born to scope, toe to toe
Blow for blow, leaned on that
I be hypnotized, clickin' on n*ggas that come with that bullsh*t
Step with no weapon, then watch how it get you
And leave you with a crucifix
That mean you f*cked up, so you gettin' bucked up
That mean you f*cked up, so you gettin' bucked up
That mean you f*cked up, so you gettin' bucked up
That mean you f*cked up, so you gettin' bucked up