Fiend Lyrics
Fiend Lyrics
"On a Mission Lyrics"
The Hunter Lyrics
Call me the hunter That's my name Pretty young thing like you Is my only game Don't use no love gun Don't need no kissing When I get ahold of you honey Gonna light you up like Christmas Ain't no use to run, babe Ain't no use to hide 'Cause I've got you in the sights Of my Burning Call Me deliverance That's ahat I offer thee Gonna do a million little things to you honey Your life belongs to
Call me the hunter That's my name Pretty young thing like you Is my only game Don't use no love gun Don't need no kissing When I get ahold of you honey Gonna light you up like Christmas Ain't no use to run, babe Ain't no use to hide 'Cause I've got you in the sights Of my Burning Call Me deliverance That's ahat I offer thee Gonna do a million little things to you honey Your life belongs to
[C-Murder talking]
You know you done fucked up?
You know you done fucked up, don't ya?
Nigga you really fucked up.
We on a muthafuckin mission.
I'm ridin dirty with my TRU muthafuckas.
Fiend, Steady Mobbin', C-Murder in this bitch.
Retaliation is a must.
Dumpin rounds on my muthafuckin adversaries.
[C-Murder]
Nigga, nigga ridin dirty for revenge
With my friends, I'm on a caper
Ready to kill 'em, if I see 'em
Fuck alarm, hold my paper
I'm a rider, so I leave 'em where I left 'em
When I creep, niggas sleep
And they ain't restin til they deep up in the concrete
Jungle with them slangers, with them bangers and them hustlers
With them killers, smokin woo and makin deals with my TRU niggas
Fiend had some yay, so we flipped it on the block
Steady Mobbin' flew from Cali so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and
Eres T? Lyrics
Naciste un cuatro de enero para atar mi amor Y en dieciseis primaveras colmaste mi coraz?n Y a?n respiro tu aliento y a?n respiro tu olor P or cualquier parte que vayas la chispa la pones t? Es el aire que respiro quien ayer me habl? Es el sol de la ma?ana quien lo confirm? Son la luna y las estrellas quien reflejando tu huella Me transmiten emociones me provocan sensaciones Eres t?, p
quarter bagsNaciste un cuatro de enero para atar mi amor Y en dieciseis primaveras colmaste mi coraz?n Y a?n respiro tu aliento y a?n respiro tu olor P or cualquier parte que vayas la chispa la pones t? Es el aire que respiro quien ayer me habl? Es el sol de la ma?ana quien lo confirm? Son la luna y las estrellas quien reflejando tu huella Me transmiten emociones me provocan sensaciones Eres t?, p
Raisin riches no matter week, servin keys out paper bags
And hustlin hard, countin money by the sack
Watch my back, niggas jack
Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my 'lac
Sippin Hennesy and chronic, I'm the tweak for some magic
Rollin the window, nigga, it's him so pistol playin bout to have it
Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you name is on this one
Ridin dirty with my TRU bitches so nigga on a mission
[Chorus:] (Lines echo in background) X 4
In on a mission, ridin dirty with my TRU thugs
Retaliation, dumpin rounds, with no love
[Fiend]
Fiend, my reason to gunplay
Loadin my chopper right up the one way
Wishin we facin a dead end
So I could show how this gun spray
Just one damn word, that's all I desire
So I could bend these niggas back like chicken wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when them bullets get to pourin
(..?..) get m
Nobody's Home Lyrics
(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan/Lord/Paice) Nothing I can do about it Maybe I won't even try Your will is determined to kill any Reason of mine I see you coming With that look in your eye You act like a king but you ain't got a thing In your mind And now there's nobody home My belly is aching Your image is blown Your lights are burning bright But Nobody's Home You talk about lov
adrenalin goin(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan/Lord/Paice) Nothing I can do about it Maybe I won't even try Your will is determined to kill any Reason of mine I see you coming With that look in your eye You act like a king but you ain't got a thing In your mind And now there's nobody home My belly is aching Your image is blown Your lights are burning bright But Nobody's Home You talk about lov
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no worries baby
I severed the crusher, and buried my (..?..)
Over the dresser, Fiend the trigga my lesser
Gon test ya, with a season to kill
And catch me celebratin across the battlefield
Loco, this is the deal, let's put the gun
To the small of his neck, we got caught up and blast
Until there's nothing left, boy
I thought some more niggas kept, what? what?
Cause I ain't facin prison
Exercising my right to exorcism
Completed my mission, huh?
By lettin the land just listen
Cause they the reason my lil homie ain't livin
So, we on a mission
Chorus X 4
[Steady Mobbin' 1]
(..?..) the cleaner, alias Saddam, nigga
(What's up there?) Cold cop killers
Now it's really on (What's up fool?)
Being crooked, we do it dirty, (We doing it!)
C-Murder and Fiend (There they go!)
We dump the fifty round m
Way Out Lyrics
Lies and love Lies, love Bed wetting son of the great heat It's all over me It's all under me The face ain't making what the mouth needs Wonder more Want, more Than we did before Try the new tease Well, quiet you Get over me The shit is running and it runs deep I'm way out Way out When you mean it on the inside you still can't to me Fits around me so tight, nuh oh Fits around
agazineLies and love Lies, love Bed wetting son of the great heat It's all over me It's all under me The face ain't making what the mouth needs Wonder more Want, more Than we did before Try the new tease Well, quiet you Get over me The shit is running and it runs deep I'm way out Way out When you mean it on the inside you still can't to me Fits around me so tight, nuh oh Fits around
Locin and mobbin, til it's clean (Make sure it's clean)
Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I need cream
Fifteen five, made twenty five, six hummer size (Nigga!)
Muthafuckas died, (Nigga!) all in one night (They die!)
[Steady Mobbin' 2] (A lot of these lines are overlapped by screams,
gunshots, etc. Hard to understand...)
Pulled the trigga on my nigga (Not my nigga, damn!)
As the forty caliber shell, blew up in the neck
Twice in the head, he was dead 'fore his body hit the ground
(Damn dog, don't go nigga!)
Bitches scream, nigga (..?..)
Pull up next to the bodies, I was runnin
My dog's head was blew off
I'm bustin hella (?) (BUCK, BUCK, BUCK)
Hit the driver's side window, as they crash into a pole
(..?..), with a few left in the clip
Some for the driver, the passenger
And the rest of the trigger men