Bloody Tears - Jedi Mind Tricks

Lyrics by：Braunstein/ Greene ...

Die motherf**kers

Die motherf**kers

Die motherf**kers

Top Gun of this rap s**t

Cock guns to blast s**t n***a what's the meaning of that

S**t scheming a black Smith & Wesson what's hood

I'm grown now I gotta start protecting my goods

I gotta start protecting every one of my kids

I gotta start protecting everything I got in the crib

That's my s**t

I gotta have a fresh pair J's for the whizz

If not trees if not that I ain't handle my bizz

A screwed up way to live

But that's me follow my lead it is what it is

My n***as

I hold steel in the hour of chaos

And hurdle through the base heads tryin' to just play with the odds

I'm not the type of n***a to claim god

But dog I heard you spit

Don't quit your day job

I've always been the cat to slave hard

Hoping that the dealer don't turn over the face card

F**k the claps and cheers all we want is respect

And ya'll f**kers are wild lame yall ain't nothing to sweat UH

Still certified greens and tan trees

Still in the hood like damp leaves and banshees

The last time they seen Vinnie Paz and kenny spaz

We was blazed up in a cab waving a semi- mag

That was the time I dropped out of college

The god of law thought he would go on his own

Is still knowledge knowledge

Kinda ridiculous the way I get in this s**t

Some felt ignorant me felt innocent

So for now on my gods you now strong

N***as want war I get you murked by a wild jawn

The only reason I ain't on and my n***as is on

Is cuz I got stuck on the gold pot that I'm sitting on

Till I seen there wasn't nothing there

From my eyes to my ears I got stains of bloody tears

AOTP they know we be O-N T-O-P

Die mother f**ker die

F**king with these gentlemen we run up in your residence

Get you for your presidents

Die mother f**ker die

Make up the break up I don't wanna wake up

If I don't got my cake up

Die mother f**ker die

AOTP on top we be he he he he

Die mother f**ker die

The psycho's back strong enough to push the Eifel back

Halloween mask Michael's back

Stay in your lane you no named n***as get lipo'd up

Lose weight when the rifle bust I don't like you f**ks

They want my life I want 5 mics problem is I'm unsigned hyped

F**k is the deal give me life in the booth with no f**king appeal

I bet you my left lung they can't f**k with the skill

Bet you my right hand they gon' die in the trauma

It's the front street terrorist I ride like Osama

It's a thin line between a prick and a fool

But these faggots they keep acting like snitching is cool

Man these faggots they keep acting like I ain't a beast

Till their face is next to their sons under the beach

Food for the crabs mission accomplished n***a take it in blood

It's a wrap my crew acting like Satan is loved

I'm Jesus in reverse the son of Satan with a fire arm

Water to blood apocalyptic fire storm

You a sucka rapper never know what side you on

I shoot my biscuit in the air until the sky is gone

A 16 of mine murder your entire song

9M submachine is long like your entire arm

I'm a loud mouth f**ka not a quiet storm

I don't believe in an afterlife so once you die you gone

Never nothing soft everythin' a violent song

Kanye West gay rapper thats when lines are drawn

Qwest hit me with a beat like he Italian mob

It ain't even beef no more its Hillshire Farm

I ain't gonna leave your family any time to mourn

My clenched fist shows the power that's inside the palm

The same 'palm that was taking human lives in 'Nam

And I ain't stoppin it till' all these human lives are gone

AOTP they know we be O-N T-O-P

Die mother f**ker die

F**king with these gentlemen we run up in your residence

Get you for your presidents

Die mother f**ker die

Make up the break up I don't wanna wake up

If I don't got my cake up

Die mother f**ker die

AOTP on top we be he he he he

Die mother f**ker die

Cocksucker

Hahaha

Brat brat yeah

Big Louis Doggs

Yeah

The genocide general

Motherf**ker

Doap Nix

AOTP

Demoz

Planetary

AOTP

Kwest on the beat

It ain't a game baby

Brap brap hahaha

Cocksucker

Die motherf**ker die die die

Die motherf**ker die die die

Die motherf**ker die die die

Die motherf**ker die