- Joe Budden Blood On the Wall 歌词
- Joe Budden
- Joe Budden - Blood On The Wall
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how many ******z fell victim to the streets
rest in peace lil ****** this is heaven for a g
i'd be a liar if i told you i that never thought of death
my ****** we the last ones left
how many ******z fell victim to the streets
rest in peace young ****** this is heaven for a..
i'd be a liar if i told you i that never thought of death
my ****** we the last ones left
but life goes on
and i aint gonna stop til a ****** see blood on the wall
maybe it started with the rims on the whip
i lost a hummer pushed the benz thru the strip
i'll swim with the fish before i lend ******z ************t
cuz personally they aint worth the phlegm that i spit
thats why sometimes i think the ends coming quick
my old ass father shot twins out his ************
so if they so happen to come up without an older brother
wont be alone cuz comin up at least they'll have each other
at least they'll have one another cuz lifes a mother******
but while im here my only job is not to see em suffer
thru ****boys shootouts stickups and undercovers
the world is full of suckers but dont worry im your buffer
buffer like i shoulda been for bj
but he never listened to nuthin we say
it was half past 12 midnight on a weekday
not even 20 hours past his release date
this ****** hit him up four times
one hit the heart and that hit my heart
called his pops ******z pick the phone up
so he come find his son lying in his own blood
on that block that we ran thru
house we grew up in corner we would post on
shot dead in front of ******z we would be with
so how the ****** nobody see ************t
and so im there to be a brother to his brother lucky
cuz in the belly of the beast i know this ************t get ugly
get on my knees and have a convo with the lord above me
maybe sometimes i hear it wrong and think he's sayin ****** me
only he can judge me careless what they think about me
cuz honestly i'd be aight if noone ever loved me
i write i only fear joe in blood smeared slow on my brain by my earlobe
and i aint gonna stop til a ****** see blood on the wall
all i tried do is raised the bar
see my weeks is scabbed up days are scarred
still i love to see a mother****** hate from far
more they talk bout me the more i pray for yall
i mean i dont get how prodigy gon acknowledge me
when the ****** bout as big as an apostrophe
for him to possibly think that he as hot as me
its far from a prophecy more like a mockery
used to be hiphop to me 'fore you bombarded me
with everything ass like sodimy its gotta be
drugs four fifths and snubs whats that about
****** you cant lift the guns that you rappin bout
real talk i cant front on your old ************t
now you just old as ************t, now old and sick
instead of holdin my ************ heres a better way
nevermind me worry bout your medicade
************ts so unfair ****** beefs carried your ass your whole career
wanna blog? heres a reason
how the ****** murda muzik
anybody ever dissed this ****** is still breathin
jayz saigon nas already peeled him
tupac he aint alive but you aint kill him
50 signs the bum only cuz where he was from
put his stamp on a ****** and still nobody feels him
not a murderer or gangsta robber
washed up 90's ****** now a gangsta blogger
me that underground flow strike like the pound blow
your sounds old, not even worth a download
i would have ******z hunt you like a hounds nose
problem is you ************ the whole town knows
so why let the body count grow
for some fiended out ****** now starring in the clown show
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