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Fiend

Genres: Metal

Don't Mess Around Lyrics - Fiend

My Lord, I'm in a bad situation again 

First forgive me for my sins 

Past, present, and future 

I ain't eat in a couple days 

All I'm trying to tell you 

Is this here, I see a oppurtunity to eat 

It's them niggas sleeping across the street 

And I'm go get em'(gun shots) 

 

I was a reject on the ghetto blocks 

In the end thangs trend thangs servin out them rocks(baby) 

Quanties but I know nobody 

In this contest I got to hold somebody 

Got a gun name Scottie 

And he bout to put his beam on him 

I wanna if he know I'm bout to put that gangsta lean on him(bzzzz) 

Thinkin' to myself it's only for the worst if I miss him 

When I'm cappin' none of you take it personal 

Bustin' got me stuck, (damn) All I see is brains bitch 

2 more got to go and I got the aim still(gunshots) 

Don't blame this 

I said you was go bleed when I greed 

It was a matter of time before my mind it find speed 

Proceed with 2 slaves damn open it up like Keize Soza 

Broke it off to a J' everyday 

For all the pay 

My beretta say a better day 

And I believe that nigga 

Money go make souls leave that nigga 

 

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x2 

You see I don't fuck around I don't even have to say 

Cause all the G's around my way 

Know that I don't play (nigga) 

 

My mind already made that FIEND callin' the shots 

(I'm callin the shots) 

My nine already engrave we got the ride that's hot(horn honking) 

It done got to hot in my neighborhood 

So I'm a chill minute and make the flavor good 

It's understood 

That this nigga got to eat(I'm hungry) 

So I'm a handle my bussiness on these triflin' streets 

My rifle keeps 

My mind at ease at all times 

Along with a blunt helps commit all crimes 

My style brangin' the whole, put me into crack 

My paper stack 

Even though I did erase the black(so what) 

Picture that 

A survivor takin' and robbin' for his 

I want to guide the surviving kids 

After me 

Next I done bought me some plastic glocks 

And teach my lil homies how to sell and bag these rocks 

I'm a beast some say I'm just like Gotti 

Mainataining my respect with my A-k shottie 

Don't know karate 

But I got some hands of steel 

(slap slap didn't I tell ya bout playin huh) 

But baby in these streets it's kill or be killed 

Murderous skills 

Ready to do what I gotta 

Keys for 1-3 so I got a lot on the collar(come hollar at the collar) 

Herion and powder 

This shit go keep me in power 

I want money as my mattress and take moet showers 

Drug deals go sour 

That's why my gat on the side 

So want ya come test the mother fuckin' baddest alive 

 

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x2 

 

I ain't to be fucking with I'm a Jones nigga 

Born to get it on for the throne 

The dirt I did got me named Capone 

Blowin' homes 

In revenge, for my partners and kins 

Murdered many men 

Some personal but mostly for ends 

My sins 

Be forgotten, survivors actin rotten 

With the cocaine crockin' 

I got the champange poppin' 

Plottin up stragetted warfares 

For my heirs, Nigga 

I don't care 

For that? got me scared 

Somewhere niggas made it home 

With there loss souls 

Heads I done toss those 

Left in the crossroads(handle that) 

The yard full with mother fuckers who died in the game 

But a car full of niggas died crying my name 

Releasing pain like Charde 

But in my way(my way) 

Split a blunt on the highway(highway) 

Cause it was my say(my say) 

I died that day but GOD told me finish my task 

Hit the hash, grab all the guns and cash 

And dash 

 

till end 

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