Sheet Music (feat. Havoc and Sean Price)
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๐ Lyrics
930, 33Rd
Gangrene, uh
They say the boy is old school
WWF
I will smack a fucking chair to that little ass chest
You outta breath that means you needing some rest
Have a seat, literal
I'm yelling to the crowd and they screaming to get rid of you
And I don't need the cage or the rings
I'm from the gang that goes bang to your dreams
So keep dreaming like a gauge in your sleep
So I can see what you thought on your sheets
I call it sheet music
Like they counting our sheep moving
The sleep movement, they seep into it
I see what you're doing, you're sick, I see through it
Like a live leak to it filming
From a local's phone, I choke your focus gone
Like hocus pocus, a locust swarms
The only way you hearing a buzz
Over the music that they play in the
Clubs (Ah, this shit is all fucked)
Sending the thugs baby, show me some love
I see the haters, they ain't fucking
With us (They ain't fucking with us)
Never that and I'm better at it you little fuck
Whoever ratted got bullet tatted to full advantage (Know what I mean?)
I'm laughing at it, try to find a little good in us
Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker
Smoke blunts, you know the black is potent
Don't front, you know I got ya open
At lunch with the snakes and pigeons
Front, get punched in your face for living
Listen, I beam your wig, you seeing this riddle
My dreams is big, my crib is little
Living in the 'ville is risky
Niggas green with envy but I'm Bill Bixby
Mr. McGee don't get me angry
You wouldn't like it when I'm angry
Listen, P, Lou Lou Ferrigno
Big bullets'll shoot through you and your kinfolks
Ruck from Heltah
Nine clap, spine tap and fuck your felt up
Snuff to the wack boy
Biggest nigga in my group buff from the Fat Boys, P
Never that and I'm better at it you little fuck
Whoever ratted got bullet tatted to full advantage
I'm laughing at it, try to find a little good in us
Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker
I'm crumbling the dope, two G's in a bucket
Big bundle for the rope, twenty G's for the nugget
Doing slaloms in the slope, my machinery's rugged
You pussy with a shit stain bikini is muddy
Break levy when I reign 'til the vicinity flooded
So I can test my human skin canoe
This is only a small portion, I'm giving you a snippet view
Trail of visuals sicker than salmonella chicken flu
My creative juice come from a different fruit
But when you sip it's strong like Guinness brew
Spill blood on your tennis shoe
Before I bless chalice I use a paper clip to scrape the residue
Stick man get the money, take the revenue
Theme music for you to push the Lamborghini pedal to
Explode a grenade and pieces of metal flew
Collateral damage, aim for the torso what the leg'll do
Never that and I'm better at it you little fuck
Whoever ratted got bullet tatted to full advantage
I'm laughing at it, try to find a little good in us
Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker
Motherfucker, I'm like, oh jeez, why don't you give
Him appetizer after you give him the main course?
Cut his fucking head off and then he says, "Kinda lit"
What the fuck kind of shit is that? That's crazy shit, man
And Al Pacino's like, "The fuck? You go ahead
And cut off his leg, I don't give a shit"
Uh, I'm confused, because, uh
You figure it out, I'm getting out of here, you know
And I'm gonna wear my sunglasses at night, you know why?
Because women have short skirts and then
They feel violated when I look at them
Why? 'Cause I have sunglasses on and I'm weird
All those people who called me a sleepwalker, I woke up
Now I'm going back to sleep, as I am, a fuck up, goodbye
Gangrene, uh
They say the boy is old school
WWF
I will smack a fucking chair to that little ass chest
You outta breath that means you needing some rest
Have a seat, literal
I'm yelling to the crowd and they screaming to get rid of you
And I don't need the cage or the rings
I'm from the gang that goes bang to your dreams
So keep dreaming like a gauge in your sleep
So I can see what you thought on your sheets
I call it sheet music
Like they counting our sheep moving
The sleep movement, they seep into it
I see what you're doing, you're sick, I see through it
Like a live leak to it filming
From a local's phone, I choke your focus gone
Like hocus pocus, a locust swarms
The only way you hearing a buzz
Over the music that they play in the
Clubs (Ah, this shit is all fucked)
Sending the thugs baby, show me some love
I see the haters, they ain't fucking
With us (They ain't fucking with us)
Never that and I'm better at it you little fuck
Whoever ratted got bullet tatted to full advantage (Know what I mean?)
I'm laughing at it, try to find a little good in us
Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker
Smoke blunts, you know the black is potent
Don't front, you know I got ya open
At lunch with the snakes and pigeons
Front, get punched in your face for living
Listen, I beam your wig, you seeing this riddle
My dreams is big, my crib is little
Living in the 'ville is risky
Niggas green with envy but I'm Bill Bixby
Mr. McGee don't get me angry
You wouldn't like it when I'm angry
Listen, P, Lou Lou Ferrigno
Big bullets'll shoot through you and your kinfolks
Ruck from Heltah
Nine clap, spine tap and fuck your felt up
Snuff to the wack boy
Biggest nigga in my group buff from the Fat Boys, P
Never that and I'm better at it you little fuck
Whoever ratted got bullet tatted to full advantage
I'm laughing at it, try to find a little good in us
Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker
I'm crumbling the dope, two G's in a bucket
Big bundle for the rope, twenty G's for the nugget
Doing slaloms in the slope, my machinery's rugged
You pussy with a shit stain bikini is muddy
Break levy when I reign 'til the vicinity flooded
So I can test my human skin canoe
This is only a small portion, I'm giving you a snippet view
Trail of visuals sicker than salmonella chicken flu
My creative juice come from a different fruit
But when you sip it's strong like Guinness brew
Spill blood on your tennis shoe
Before I bless chalice I use a paper clip to scrape the residue
Stick man get the money, take the revenue
Theme music for you to push the Lamborghini pedal to
Explode a grenade and pieces of metal flew
Collateral damage, aim for the torso what the leg'll do
Never that and I'm better at it you little fuck
Whoever ratted got bullet tatted to full advantage
I'm laughing at it, try to find a little good in us
Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker
Motherfucker, I'm like, oh jeez, why don't you give
Him appetizer after you give him the main course?
Cut his fucking head off and then he says, "Kinda lit"
What the fuck kind of shit is that? That's crazy shit, man
And Al Pacino's like, "The fuck? You go ahead
And cut off his leg, I don't give a shit"
Uh, I'm confused, because, uh
You figure it out, I'm getting out of here, you know
And I'm gonna wear my sunglasses at night, you know why?
Because women have short skirts and then
They feel violated when I look at them
Why? 'Cause I have sunglasses on and I'm weird
All those people who called me a sleepwalker, I woke up
Now I'm going back to sleep, as I am, a fuck up, goodbye
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.10] 930, 33Rd
[00:09.52] Gangrene, uh
[00:11.02] They say the boy is old school
[00:13.53] WWF
[00:14.49] I will smack a fucking chair to that little ass chest
[00:17.38] You outta breath that means you needing some rest
[00:19.47] Have a seat, literal
[00:20.65] I'm yelling to the crowd and they screaming to get rid of you
[00:24.20] And I don't need the cage or the rings
[00:26.03] I'm from the gang that goes bang to your dreams
[00:29.64] So keep dreaming like a gauge in your sleep
[00:31.96] So I can see what you thought on your sheets
[00:34.19] I call it sheet music
[00:35.68] Like they counting our sheep moving
[00:37.20] The sleep movement, they seep into it
[00:38.89] I see what you're doing, you're sick, I see through it
[00:41.26] Like a live leak to it filming
[00:42.94] From a local's phone, I choke your focus gone
[00:45.29] Like hocus pocus, a locust swarms
[00:47.59] The only way you hearing a buzz
[00:49.63] Over the music that they play in the
[00:51.30] Clubs (Ah, this shit is all fucked)
[00:53.06] Sending the thugs baby, show me some love
[00:55.39] I see the haters, they ain't fucking
[00:56.97] With us (They ain't fucking with us)
[00:59.09] Never that and I'm better at it you little fuck
[01:01.84] Whoever ratted got bullet tatted to full advantage (Know what I mean?)
[01:04.70] I'm laughing at it, try to find a little good in us
[01:07.81] Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker
[01:10.79] Smoke blunts, you know the black is potent
[01:13.81] Don't front, you know I got ya open
[01:16.72] At lunch with the snakes and pigeons
[01:18.90] Front, get punched in your face for living
[01:21.63] Listen, I beam your wig, you seeing this riddle
[01:25.15] My dreams is big, my crib is little
[01:28.70] Living in the 'ville is risky
[01:30.62] Niggas green with envy but I'm Bill Bixby
[01:34.62] Mr. McGee don't get me angry
[01:37.65] You wouldn't like it when I'm angry
[01:39.22] Listen, P, Lou Lou Ferrigno
[01:42.36] Big bullets'll shoot through you and your kinfolks
[01:46.90] Ruck from Heltah
[01:48.29] Nine clap, spine tap and fuck your felt up
[01:52.75] Snuff to the wack boy
[01:54.28] Biggest nigga in my group buff from the Fat Boys, P
[01:57.69] Never that and I'm better at it you little fuck
[02:00.35] Whoever ratted got bullet tatted to full advantage
[02:03.24] I'm laughing at it, try to find a little good in us
[02:06.44] Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker
[02:09.64] I'm crumbling the dope, two G's in a bucket
[02:12.34] Big bundle for the rope, twenty G's for the nugget
[02:15.28] Doing slaloms in the slope, my machinery's rugged
[02:18.44] You pussy with a shit stain bikini is muddy
[02:21.12] Break levy when I reign 'til the vicinity flooded
[02:24.27] So I can test my human skin canoe
[02:26.32] This is only a small portion, I'm giving you a snippet view
[02:29.52] Trail of visuals sicker than salmonella chicken flu
[02:32.95] My creative juice come from a different fruit
[02:35.17] But when you sip it's strong like Guinness brew
[02:37.48] Spill blood on your tennis shoe
[02:38.99] Before I bless chalice I use a paper clip to scrape the residue
[02:42.08] Stick man get the money, take the revenue
[02:44.92] Theme music for you to push the Lamborghini pedal to
[02:47.72] Explode a grenade and pieces of metal flew
[02:49.98] Collateral damage, aim for the torso what the leg'll do
[02:56.18] Never that and I'm better at it you little fuck
[02:58.80] Whoever ratted got bullet tatted to full advantage
[03:01.70] I'm laughing at it, try to find a little good in us
[03:04.96] Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker
[03:08.53] Motherfucker, I'm like, oh jeez, why don't you give
[03:11.46] Him appetizer after you give him the main course?
[03:14.42] Cut his fucking head off and then he says, "Kinda lit"
[03:17.65] What the fuck kind of shit is that? That's crazy shit, man
[03:21.65] And Al Pacino's like, "The fuck? You go ahead
[03:23.78] And cut off his leg, I don't give a shit"
[03:26.37] Uh, I'm confused, because, uh
[03:29.36] You figure it out, I'm getting out of here, you know
[03:32.37] And I'm gonna wear my sunglasses at night, you know why?
[03:35.06] Because women have short skirts and then
[03:37.52] They feel violated when I look at them
[03:40.21] Why? 'Cause I have sunglasses on and I'm weird
[03:43.45] All those people who called me a sleepwalker, I woke up
[03:48.24] Now I'm going back to sleep, as I am, a fuck up, goodbye
[03:52.28]
[00:09.52] Gangrene, uh
[00:11.02] They say the boy is old school
[00:13.53] WWF
[00:14.49] I will smack a fucking chair to that little ass chest
[00:17.38] You outta breath that means you needing some rest
[00:19.47] Have a seat, literal
[00:20.65] I'm yelling to the crowd and they screaming to get rid of you
[00:24.20] And I don't need the cage or the rings
[00:26.03] I'm from the gang that goes bang to your dreams
[00:29.64] So keep dreaming like a gauge in your sleep
[00:31.96] So I can see what you thought on your sheets
[00:34.19] I call it sheet music
[00:35.68] Like they counting our sheep moving
[00:37.20] The sleep movement, they seep into it
[00:38.89] I see what you're doing, you're sick, I see through it
[00:41.26] Like a live leak to it filming
[00:42.94] From a local's phone, I choke your focus gone
[00:45.29] Like hocus pocus, a locust swarms
[00:47.59] The only way you hearing a buzz
[00:49.63] Over the music that they play in the
[00:51.30] Clubs (Ah, this shit is all fucked)
[00:53.06] Sending the thugs baby, show me some love
[00:55.39] I see the haters, they ain't fucking
[00:56.97] With us (They ain't fucking with us)
[00:59.09] Never that and I'm better at it you little fuck
[01:01.84] Whoever ratted got bullet tatted to full advantage (Know what I mean?)
[01:04.70] I'm laughing at it, try to find a little good in us
[01:07.81] Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker
[01:10.79] Smoke blunts, you know the black is potent
[01:13.81] Don't front, you know I got ya open
[01:16.72] At lunch with the snakes and pigeons
[01:18.90] Front, get punched in your face for living
[01:21.63] Listen, I beam your wig, you seeing this riddle
[01:25.15] My dreams is big, my crib is little
[01:28.70] Living in the 'ville is risky
[01:30.62] Niggas green with envy but I'm Bill Bixby
[01:34.62] Mr. McGee don't get me angry
[01:37.65] You wouldn't like it when I'm angry
[01:39.22] Listen, P, Lou Lou Ferrigno
[01:42.36] Big bullets'll shoot through you and your kinfolks
[01:46.90] Ruck from Heltah
[01:48.29] Nine clap, spine tap and fuck your felt up
[01:52.75] Snuff to the wack boy
[01:54.28] Biggest nigga in my group buff from the Fat Boys, P
[01:57.69] Never that and I'm better at it you little fuck
[02:00.35] Whoever ratted got bullet tatted to full advantage
[02:03.24] I'm laughing at it, try to find a little good in us
[02:06.44] Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker
[02:09.64] I'm crumbling the dope, two G's in a bucket
[02:12.34] Big bundle for the rope, twenty G's for the nugget
[02:15.28] Doing slaloms in the slope, my machinery's rugged
[02:18.44] You pussy with a shit stain bikini is muddy
[02:21.12] Break levy when I reign 'til the vicinity flooded
[02:24.27] So I can test my human skin canoe
[02:26.32] This is only a small portion, I'm giving you a snippet view
[02:29.52] Trail of visuals sicker than salmonella chicken flu
[02:32.95] My creative juice come from a different fruit
[02:35.17] But when you sip it's strong like Guinness brew
[02:37.48] Spill blood on your tennis shoe
[02:38.99] Before I bless chalice I use a paper clip to scrape the residue
[02:42.08] Stick man get the money, take the revenue
[02:44.92] Theme music for you to push the Lamborghini pedal to
[02:47.72] Explode a grenade and pieces of metal flew
[02:49.98] Collateral damage, aim for the torso what the leg'll do
[02:56.18] Never that and I'm better at it you little fuck
[02:58.80] Whoever ratted got bullet tatted to full advantage
[03:01.70] I'm laughing at it, try to find a little good in us
[03:04.96] Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker
[03:08.53] Motherfucker, I'm like, oh jeez, why don't you give
[03:11.46] Him appetizer after you give him the main course?
[03:14.42] Cut his fucking head off and then he says, "Kinda lit"
[03:17.65] What the fuck kind of shit is that? That's crazy shit, man
[03:21.65] And Al Pacino's like, "The fuck? You go ahead
[03:23.78] And cut off his leg, I don't give a shit"
[03:26.37] Uh, I'm confused, because, uh
[03:29.36] You figure it out, I'm getting out of here, you know
[03:32.37] And I'm gonna wear my sunglasses at night, you know why?
[03:35.06] Because women have short skirts and then
[03:37.52] They feel violated when I look at them
[03:40.21] Why? 'Cause I have sunglasses on and I'm weird
[03:43.45] All those people who called me a sleepwalker, I woke up
[03:48.24] Now I'm going back to sleep, as I am, a fuck up, goodbye
[03:52.28]