twista
death before dishonor
[Chorus] always ever all days death before dishonor comin back as though I can still see if you got static fuck tryin' to steal me, shit you gon' have to kill me and if somebody cappin Ima tell em what happens when my emotions erupt shots make me duck, thats when Ima have to fuck you up [verse 1] its like uh, ah, muthafucka cant fight the feelin the way Ima fuck em have an orgasm but for the orchasm hit em as if a 4-5 buck em talk about a man being scared, I done killed him be dead in his tomb still shakin hit em in his body and his head, now be found in heaven with the wound still achin' I wonder if his voice still breakin' better be cause I steadily hit him with gats and styles that heavily armed and dangerous and deadily that ahead of me recieve two holes like the letter B better you instead of me, breakin peace can increase your chances to delete your advances for slate I can paint this peice on canvas with a paint brush that a nigga cant truss like a god so I cant rush wont crush if you ever heard about a crew that cant bust then motherfucker it aint us; dont touch a mike or a gun if you aint gonna use it, do it claiming your weapons and tecs and you gonna be checked and fluid prove it cuz no matter who it is cant tell the westside to leave a bitch shedding tears the young kill everyday the old itchin to kill cuz they aint offed a nigga dead in years shoot him dead in his, this style of flow is a verbal calico make a chest ripple they get a call from the sky sayin they all gonna die dont leave the rest crippled [chorus 2x] [verse 2] mikers, mikers be tryin to take mine and leave a motherfucker cold as a crisis with a technique as cold as isis, and mikes as my control devices or do I gotta get off some nigga shit show the biggest dick with the biggest clique that be hazardous if I let the trigga click you dont benefit if a nigga get from the rage if he live it just a little bit; so go on with the riddle shit if you got something to stress then get it off your chest and we can take it to the middle bitch and go on get it on and I bet you that the outcome is that I'm leavin niggas out done, cut up but its odd to see a motherfucker outrun just because he let his mouth run so shut up and sit back if you know whats good for you I can still overthrow you I dont give a fuck about the fact that the hood know you dont make a nigga have to show you that Ima die before you make an ass of me stop as if you took a blast at me and cause tragedy that was how it was that was how it is and thats the way it has to be [chorus 2x] [verse 3] its like uh, ah, sit back and let the shit just straight marinate I pull the stage curtain back like norman bates performin hates smokin on some reefer performin fate its a constant struggle for us white boys with the shit hittin licks in the scuffle for us my nigga lucky made him bleed fear is if to proceed to bust if he a different type of breed from us so yall petty niggas need to hush; two straight to you brain means pains inflicted even if it aint things to taunt pain like rage till my brain is wicked aint even lived out a quarter of your lifetime tryin to push product and aint servin the right kind and aint strivin the right rhymes but Ima shorten your lifeline through the pipeline I vocal cold bust em plus them with killers jaw stealers throw dealers rushin parties bloody body chillers pretty casket fillers cuz those niggas got they shit together we come pay to Creator's Way and dont gotta be but then again whatever [chorus]