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Silence[& Quot;Featuring Graveyard Shift & Quot;]

Krayzie, sin, and tombstone:thug mentality 1999

-refrain-
Silence(silence) is nessecary/ don't tell them who you are
Sin
Formulate a different tactic/ let's sing anthems/ no stereotypical categorizin'/
Rising above all
Make-shift realities/ fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men/ they
Cough as lungs inhale
Exhale poisonous gases/ oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself and good
Health/ done played out
The wickedest hand man has ever dealt/ I felt like dyin' just the other day cuz
Satan was tryin'
Walkin' too close by my side/ stay still; please don't move! your soul you could
Lose/ no cryin'
Where's my blood? you'll find out soon enough/ all right, I'll ride/ in due
Time, we'll get our chance
To die/ hold on to my mind/ no use for guns or drugs, need more love/ but, yet,
And still
Slugs gets fired off constantly/ immorally destroyin' my holy oracle, but I just
Ignore it though
Keep a steady pace, just movin' slow, slow, just movin' slow
-refrain-
Krayzie
As I sit in my livin' room, chillin' in my thug mood/ I begin to hear noises
Comin' from the other room
So I pause my nintendo, then I walk over to the window/ is it paranoya from the
Indo?
Then cuz I thought, then I another thought; run and get the pump, who goes
There?
What the fuck you want? cuz I done off that bud and I'm a buck a muthafucker
Down, you on my ground
So you got another round/ all of the sudden I heard a crash, my first instincts
Was to blast
But the mossberg didn't last so I had to dash/ run upstairs, I was frantic and
Paniced
But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop/ I was runnin' but i
Could hear the sounds
Comin'/ I don't know, they must think I got some money, ak-47 and a mac-11/ jet
Into the bedroom, lock myself
In, we couldn't see 'em/ teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob/ they fin
To slip on the job soon as they twist on the knob, just like I figured when they
Twisted it
The ak-47 was hot, I had to drop it, but I emptied it/ the mac-11 I get, and hit
The niggas up from head to toe
A nigga escapin' but I was out the window/ here I go, I hit the ground uh,
Then I look around
Shake the fall, hopped in the benz and hauled/ call in my niggas let's get ready
For war, I think i
Killed 'em all, but I know they'll be sendin' some more/ so when they come back
Around I say we
Show 'em that rappin' don't mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is your
Grave/ rest in peace
You're not feelin' me/ truly mr. leatherface, I dedicate this...
-refrain-
Tombstone
Fight, movin' in the night (watch out!) daylight, takin' slow paces might outrun
The race
Never want to rely on murda/ enter my life, but life's so strange and hectic/
All backwards/ it's
Shelled/ the killin' factor in jail/ the streets is hell/ you can tell by the
Smell/ off with his head
Oh well! you know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the
Same/ it's a shame
How they watch you, stalk you; pinnin' every step I make, knowin' every breath i
Take/ makin' it easy
For the next man to get his hands on a 38/ they be buckin' on niggas in these
Last days, but thanks
For the fun/ can't stay focused, causin' ruckus/ the devil done played with the
Earth like a puppet
Now we all in fucked shit/ that's why silence is necessary/ don't tell 'em who
You are by far
Don't you tell them who you are
-refrain-


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