Krayzie Bone - Silence ["featuring Graveyard Shift"] текст песни

Krayzie, sin, and tombstone:thug mentality 1999


-refrain-
Silence(silence) is nessecary/ don't tell them who you are
Sin
Formulate a different tactic/ let's sing anthems/ no stereotypical categorizin'/
Rising above all
Make-shift realities/ fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men/ they
Cough as lungs inhale
Exhale poisonous gases/ oh well, i guess i'll just protect myself and good
Health/ done played out
The wickedest hand man has ever dealt/ i felt like dyin' just the other day cuz
Satan was tryin'
Walkin' too close by my side/ stay still; please don't move! your soul you could
Lose/ no cryin'
Where's my blood? you'll find out soon enough/ all right, i'll ride/ in due
Time, we'll get our chance
To die/ hold on to my mind/ no use for guns or drugs, need more love/ but, yet,
And still
Slugs gets fired off constantly/ immorally destroyin' my holy oracle, but i just
Ignore it though
Keep a steady pace, just movin' slow, slow, just movin' slow
-refrain-
Krayzie
As i sit in my livin' room, chillin' in my thug mood/ i begin to hear noises
Comin' from the other room
So i pause my nintendo, then i walk over to the window/ is it paranoya from the
Indo?
Then cuz i thought, then i another thought; run and get the pump, "who goes
There?
What the fuck you want?" cuz i done off that bud and i'm a buck a muthafucker
Down, you on my ground
So you got another round/ all of the sudden i heard a crash, my first instincts
Was to blast
But the mossberg didn't last so i had to dash/ run upstairs, i was frantic and
Paniced
But i managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop/ i was runnin' but i
Could hear the sounds
Comin'/ i don't know, they must think i got some money, ak-47 and a mac-11/ jet
Into the bedroom, lock myself
In, we couldn't see 'em/ teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob/ they fin
To slip on the job soon as they twist on the knob, just like i figured when they
Twisted it
The ak-47 was hot, i had to drop it, but i emptied it/ the mac-11 i get, and hit
The niggas up from head to toe
A nigga escapin' but i was out the window/ here i go, i hit the ground "uh",
Then i look around
Shake the fall, hopped in the benz and hauled/ call in my niggas let's get ready
For war, i think i
Killed 'em all, but i know they'll be sendin' some more/ so when they come back
Around i say we
Show 'em that rappin' don't mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is your
Grave/ rest in peace
You're not feelin' me/ truly mr. leatherface, i dedicate this...
-refrain-
Tombstone
Fight, movin' in the night (watch out!) daylight, takin' slow paces might outrun
The race
Never want to rely on murda/ enter my life, but life's so strange and hectic/
All backwards/ it's
Shelled/ the killin' factor in jail/ the streets is hell/ you can tell by the
Smell/ off with his head
Oh well! you know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the
Same/ it's a shame
How they watch you, stalk you; pinnin' every step i make, knowin' every breath i
Take/ makin' it easy
For the next man to get his hands on a 38/ they be buckin' on niggas in these
Last days, but thanks
For the fun/ can't stay focused, causin' ruckus/ the devil done played with the
Earth like a puppet
Now we all in fucked shit/ that's why silence is necessary/ don't tell 'em who
You are by far
Don't you tell them who you are
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