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Correct Mad At The World Lyrics
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Am dead to the streets cause I aint physically there They'll put a bullet in these punks that scared Am out of bounds, in distant land Just me and my cellie heats close in hand So fuck Lil Rob I should've smashed you bitch But I aint got no time for your friendly shit Would've choked your ass out and tighten my grip And for your entourage, I had a hundred round clip All them faggots from your area Mrs. Shadow always says You ryhme like a slave you little "nigga" you lame Little what! You fuckin pimple face I'll pop you with a glock and leave no trace Then I shoot back to Los where the gangsters at With the capital murder over nikey at Oh, it's on, Low Profile get whakced Even Royal mouthafuckers get slapped with gats Mad At the world (4) Ama tell you now how the fuck I really feel Under S suicidal steady gripping my steel Why now? I guess am ready to die Overdose on doodger about plane in the sky Am sick and tired so I have to devour A stupid sad "nigga" that be claiming Hi Power Fuckin break your fingers for throwin up the H You fuckin swapmeet rapper I'll fuckin spit in your face And your boyfriend snapper I'll snap his neck This fuckin mac 90 put you suckers on check That's real you don't wanna see me peel Ese everbodys cap tefloning your gril What's the deal With all these weakass label Sorryass fuckers face dead in the crattle Get the picture or want me to take it again Ese to another level with the devil instead Mad at the world (4) Homie this be my plan cuase evil entered my mind It spoke to me in dreams all the busters must die Plus the shit I left behind no longer matters Hey to 15 don't even make windows shatter Being all about the streets is my only concern Ese kill a fuckin crip or a blood if it's on It's on a crakin cypress hill on the list You fake ". " throw slid in the mist Cuase we ain't got your back you never repped for us You puffed a little weed but never shared with us And tell them bitches off north tryin to clown the sur Ese we run every prison and give it the blues Man down one of your soilders down The homies act a fool never scared to get down A rotten corpse the main head in crowd I put swithes on the curse in a gangsta town Mad at the world (x4) I guess am mad at the mothafuckin world Haha I been around all you bitches and none of you fakeass G's wanna see me Lil rob I'll serve in a muthafuckin battle Shadow get your blackass outta my face before you get cooked Lil one talkin about the heat I'll make you bleed you ain't satanic fu Capone e fuck hi power this is west side harpys that og H we never be laughed at you mothafucker Snapper you phony you don't wanna bang ese Cypress you slippin And to dark one shut your mothafuckin mouth before you can capulate you lames Rewiind.
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