Blood On The Paper
Stitches
2:58Supply and Demand Productions These niggas ain't real, dawg I shoot guns to kill, dawg I just want some meals, dawg Screaming fuck the deal, dawg These niggas ain't real, no These niggas ain't real, no I shoot guns to kill all I shoot guns to kill all These niggas ain't real (ain't real), no These niggas ain't real (ain't real), no I shoot guns to kill (to kill) all I shoot guns to kill (to kill) all My back against the wall I'm losing my mind, is time for murder How could I see you as a threat? When you are somebody that I never heard of? You got a Uzi, I got a Teck And my homie keep a burner (grrah) I give them the look, they laugh like a creep And then we go, then we just burn you (brrt) I'm tired of liars, I'm tired of rumors They gained me some money that I should've got sooner Blackballed in the rap game, them brothers saw me sell cocaine They rather see me in the prison though (bah) My children up in though (ugh!) Writing letters, making calls Thinking about the days we used to ball I shoot you down I shoot you down, down, down I shoot you down (I shoot you down) I shoot you down I shoot you down, down, down I shoot you down (I shoot you down) I shoot you down, down, down These niggas ain't real, dawg I shoot guns to kill, dawg I just want some meals, dawg Screaming fuck the deal, dawg These niggas ain't real, no These niggas ain't real, no I shoot guns to kill all I shoot guns to kill all These niggas ain't real (ain't real), no These niggas ain't real (ain't real), no I shoot guns to kill (to kill) all I shoot guns to kill (to kill) all If I pulled drive-by, bandana on my face (ha-ha) If I pulled drive-by, then I'ma have to beat the case (I beat it) All of that shit you talk on the phone Keep the energy when I'm in your home Robbery, homicide, are you a gangsta? You decide I don't want any apology letters I don't wanna hear that bullshit that you happy that I'm doing better There is a lie, niggas like you should be crucified The only time that you believe in God Is every time you about to die You the type to go to jail, read a bible I'm the type to go to jail and be a psycho (ha-ha-ha) You the type of motherfucker shoot a handgun I'm the type of motherfucker shoot a rifle And I know, that you know, that I know that you is a damn hoe And I know, that you know I'm a devil driving in a Lambo' (ha-ha) These niggas ain't real, dawg I shoot guns to kill, dawg I just want some meals, dawg Screaming fuck the deal, dawg These niggas ain't real, no These niggas ain't real, no I shoot guns to kill all I shoot guns to kill all These niggas ain't real (ain't real), no These niggas ain't real (ain't real), no I shoot guns to kill (to kill) all I shoot guns to kill (to kill) all