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come on let's go put this under your belt Chorus Smell the gunsmoke repeat I be having homicide running through my mind Don't know what's up with me Shit fuck with me all the time Eating at my spine Motherfucka in my prime How you gonna get yours when you're too busy getting mine Now look is this murderous criminal Letras de cancionescoming through if you think it's eroc then the subliminals is working on you there's thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge can't come straight from fudge I got a bloody grudge Dead bodies lying all around me but the real murderers ain't never got no bounty count it coroners as we sitting as statistics with this ass if you think this blast is coming from my residential district There's something that I think you should know is the motherfucking g.. from the eastside ho peep my flow creep by slow see all my folks is broke survival for the cautious and the low get a whiff of my gunsmoke chorus I'm getting white hairs from the nightmares everynight 'cause somebody's got a contract on my life I'm in a gang that's in an all out war they join me in when they knife my umbilical cord so it begins with a slap on the ass now you in into white people's ass tricks you here so fast we already made your casket while its got one buck so the phrase gunshot gets hella tide can't take the only motherfuckas getting fried skeletons deep down in the ocean 'cause them slave ships had that three stop motion coasting down fulton on the mississippi river all across this end motherfuckas saying down nigga down nigga it all started when we start producing scratch some of my homies got no legs attached without no food up in the fridge you ain't go never have peace 'cause with a trigger you can finger fuck without no grease chorus Up to the moon repeat I say fuck the whole judge and the jury my mind got delirous my eyes got blurry had my uncle strapped to the chair hands oxtied breathing in gas breathing out carbon monoxide whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel 'cause ain't no billionaires on the murder trial make the ghetto concentration camps every mile so march your ass through the gas chambers single file who's the biggest problem that they show on the tv? more peoples die starvation and tv see me with an angry face and a beanie 'cause my relationship with uncle sam is steamy its what I've been through I'm like sinecue what i got you got to get it put it in you the ruling class was cut throat since we fresh off the boat show em we ain't no joke let them choke off the gunsmoke chorus From Letras Mania