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Lyrics for Desperado Outlaws by C:



Artist:C
No album artwork found
Album:Til My Casket Drops
Track:Desperado Outlaws
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Views:369
 
Lyrics:Ballin in a 600SL
drop top with the fat V12
Money hella-long, smoke blunts not a bong

Niggas can't fuck cos I crunch em like Kong
I be deadly as The Predator
My .50
calibre Desert Eagle'll spread ya, and behead ya
Pistol wieghs a tonne, bullets come like a
guillotine
Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene
Like morphine and heroin,
I'm the shit
Every dope fiend needs a hit
Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit

to take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks
I'm the neighbourhood's
drama, dead man's trauma like O-Dogg
and Kane, I'm loc to the brain, got the afro

padded, fully automatic decrease the statics
Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em
have it
Chorus:
Desperado outlaws thru the dirt
Sendin BG's blastin, puttin men
to work
Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets
Goin head up, with suckers
all psyched up in heat
*repeat*
Murder, murder, kill, kill
California's the
state where most caps get peeled
back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher
Three strike law
got us livin under pressure
Know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline
Side of his
spine I get to dumpin with the Tek 9
Got his back smokin, crack that ass open
Bullet
holes the size of a token
Got his ass chokin on piss and blood
Crooked ass piggies
don't get no love, uhh
Life or death, a .4-5 Smith & Wess
I had that nappy-headed ass
stretched
If you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, I'm dumpin
And ya best ta run cos
my BGz is comin
Clips full of teflons, loc'd out and crazy
and they won't stop til
you're pushin up daisies, uhh
Chorus
Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture

Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture
You don't wanna see me in my beanie wit my
locs on
Ol' school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on
.4-5 stormin, rainin and
pourin
Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman
Bates, no trace, no murder case

Innocent like OJ
House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters
Fuck *?Glyn
Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper
Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen
Thinkin
that they fucked but Gz don't bend
Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a dick

and fuck John Green, for bein prejudiced
Never liked rap, and did a nigga from a scrap

Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies
Chorus
 
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