first time ive really wrote a story, it is clive barker on tape. bout a house robbery gone stale.
rap
ohio
of
death
instrumentals
freestyle
black
white
grimm
canton
brothers
brothaz
brothas
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Story behind the song
its inspired by true events. house robbery gone stale.
Lyrics
dego locc
brothaz grimm
its hard not to kill ppl,
its like a everyday job not kill ppl,
so whats a dego to do?
its hard not to kill ppl,
its like a everyday job not kill ppl,
so whats a dego to do?
my patience with folk i know is runnin thin,
standing between me and my comeup, know i have 2 win.
lets begin, (or jump back) to the fucking shit that i am in,
this nigga,that i know, we will call his ass "kevin"
told me that,
theres a lick,
if we hit,
both get rich,
agreed quick,
then i hopped up in this motha fuckas whip,
cloud of smoke, where we had been,
he told me bout tha victim,
and his name was lavert,
(family gone miss him)
"he got coke, he got weed,
we gonna make that nigga bleed"
call it evil,call it greed,
survival of the fitest ill suceed,
plus indeed, murda thee,
until my pockets F.A.T.,
filled with all the drugs & loot,
thats the reason why i shoot,
plenty p,
temptin me, until my clips be empty,
cuz enimies of mine,
too many and they plenty,
evil the opposite of friendly, when i mention,
i need paid! for some reason that always cause's tension,
pulled up on the scenery, off greenery, with demons g!
kev dogg he looked at me and told me take the m3,
shotgun, 8 shot 12 gauge and plus its deadly,
then i rolled around to the back and aimed that shit so steadly.
if lavert tries to run then ill make a murda medley.
listenin, heard my friend get welcomed in, becuz of gin,
kev dogg with his shiesty grin,
that was the front, im in the back,
heart poundin like im bout to have a heart attack, cock the strap.
its hard not to kill ppl,
its like a everyday job not kill ppl,
so whats a dego to do?
its hard not to kill ppl,
its like a everyday job not kill ppl,
so whats a dego to do?
2nd part of the story gets graphic and gorey,
i reckon some hearts gonna get weak from tragic glory,
when i crept up the backdoor steps,
walked right through Verts door he,
shouted "who the fuck is that?"
i answered back
"its mr. gat! i came for all the cheese and loot dont make my demented ass haveta shoot, so tell me where it at !?"
he showed no fear, as i drew near,
so then Kev knifed his back,
then his wife hear, should she shed tear,
i told her ass "relax"
Vert showed no pain, was he insane?
so one more time i askd, he act confused, patience i loose,
then i let the barrel loose, murda is what got produced,
i asked his bitch, or his mistress, "where vert keep them bricks"
she was in shock of what i brought,
it was my just siccness,
so i took a knife and stabbed the witness,
kev dog said "you the sickest kid"
"dont call me KID! ill split your wig"
"fuck that shit!, search the crib"
investigated house of dead,
aggrivated that i lost led, (spent bullets)
to top it off i cant find safe,
drugs or loot, there was no trace,
in that whole place, all efforts for score just a waste,
i dont like the taste, if that the case, then Kevs head get blown through face.
gasoline is the tool, with the flaming matches to erase,
the case all the evidence in the place.
its hard not to kill ppl,
its like a everyday job not kill ppl,
so whats a dego to do?
its hard not to kill ppl,
its like a everyday job not kill ppl,
so whats a dego to do?