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Mr. Pookie - Visions of a Silent One lyrics
[Mr. Pookie] Comin up tha muthafuckin block, its tha Undertaker Jus throw yo hands in tha air, dont move a muscle I wont hesitate ta Jus let you have it wit a few thangz No need for runnin and duckin cause wit this missle pack,I'm takin aim Now all these methods, need to finish him I took my sack out my pocket and smoked a blunt as I diminished him Intoxicated, rule number 1 Pookie jus cant be faded High off that dosha, I don told ya I was bound to make it Niggaz smoke, forget that drama I be tellin ya Cause me and my crooks stay on cloud 9 on tha regular And sense we crooks, jus some killaz we motivate to get cha Pull out that knife and slit yo throat and watch yo body shiver Jus will peel ya, hollow points is hittin quicker Standin ova yo body and watchin that blood spilla Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen thea to tha beat As tha words come out my mouth and grab hard by yo feet Penetratin to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo brain As I post up on tha curve, do you forget I'm tha blame? Wit tha finastatic, lift up my shirt to pistol I will grab it Killin folks and smokin blunts, I'm lettin these niggaz have it Chorus[x2] Visions of a Silent One, loadin up an extra clip Foes out to get me but these rounds will spill up out my clip Trip and watch me throw some shit at yo head No clear description of this face leavin coppers mislead Now look into tha eyes of a muthafuckin crook (Whatcha see?) Jus a crip azz nigga high as he can be Wit them 3 mo crooks, in otha words, my motives Be comin hard, I told ya, and spittin shit so potent And toastin to heavy burdens, nigga I'm on my own Gauge inside yo dome to solve tha problem at home It's on, now tha pressure's on my back wit a tree Damn I gotta hit a lick (Naw you need to hit that weed) Stressin me is a baby momma gripin and cryin Man I hope she aint lyin about this baby bein mine And times is changin, you betta peep tha world around you Comin up I'm bound to a Southside clown fool Mr. Pookie, Mr. Muffit, K-Roc and C-Pone Rippin beats we see on Smokin killa til we gon Loan me them pistols so I can make a dismissal, what Wont need to dis you, leave you shitty like some tissue Bitch you anotha havoc, cause boy I aint gon have it My Visions of a Silent One release tha automatic Let you have it wit tha gauge, buckshots come from every way Got em lost in tha maze betta yet I see you dazed Be amazed by tha power I posess, that I stress Turn tha S to a P on yo muthafuckin chest It's best you keep yo distance cause nigga I jus wont listen Come on in my dimension and let's get into some killin Chorus [x2] (Pookie please jus let me live, man) Bitch would you let me live? (Huh?) That's wha I thought (Gun shot) Surprise nigga I hit that scene when you think I wouldnt Talkin shit to my niggaz now boy you really shouldnt Cause tha pack in tha back of me they really killaz Cut you up, body show nuthin but yo body shiver Flossin that bitch that you wit and really shit to me Cause I don already fucked that hoe But you cant tell and you cant see How a pimp that be me, be actin quiet and calm Be quick to snatch yo bitch and leavin that hoochie body numb Tha fun of her, lickin my back and my azz Told me to lick up on her, but hoe now I think I'll pass I'd rather smoke on a blunt I get so high I get tweeted I try to stop smokin so much, K-Roc keepin me weeded Jus back on off of me though dont wont no mo or no static I'd rather reach for my gun, bust a pump, let some punk nigga have it This nigga dont know where I'm from homeboy you betta take a look Because I'm out of clean and dirty, 13030 Stoneycrook Chorus [x2] |
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