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Intro: Buddha Monk, (unknown singer sample), computerized deep voice
(Smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes)
Now tell me, just let me get you now
Ya right there God robberies
Innocent bystanders shots laid out
This one's the new one You can't do that
Here's somethin you've been waitin to hear
What up God? (Smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes)
Come.. come follow me Come on motherfkers
(Smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes)
The tiger, check it out on these streets
Chorus: Buddha Monk & Drunken Dragon
Come follow me on this journey of deep darkness
Where most bust off slugs and do robberies
The victims are some known and some unknown
While the good die yound and the bad makes it home
Buddha Monk
Here's an innocent bystander, shot while out, random
By this kid named Ty who received his first handgun
Bobby's hot from two shots that tore his knot
Now the doctor prescribed, he might not live long ?
He got his vest on, suited up with army fatigues
to find this kid, and make sure I make his as* bleed
Now we multiple by six, a pick and mad up the fast ?
Flintch, nigg* move and ya bound to get hit
We tied his rich, the nigg* started screamin like a b*tch
Now his eyes red, blood drippin out of his head
Is he dead? No, never take his motherfkin ?
His last request, asked to remove his last breathe
Grabbed his chest and separated the head from the neck
Chorus
Buddha Monk
Now ? to make a meal with your man from out of state
You first mistake, hated the nigg* who sells weights
On the corner, fifth and eighth is where he caught the mad papes
He once moved faster than a rock off the place
Set up a plate, called over to this gril named Chase
Her skin is smooth, ? than a buck-fifty inch
Dressed up in lace, watered hair, long, black and fake
her skin is caped, nails done up by fkin stakes
Gotta somethin to make, checkmate, the plan is goin great
He asked the name, my friends call me ?
He didn't know the plan was to stop his money flow
He lay in the land of the dreams, saw how to suck Stacy's toes
Now Mr. Large comes in from the back row
>From where I stand, it looked like he had a fo'-fo'
His mistakes, ah, she burns rubber from the Ac'
Now the nigg* lays, just lays flat on his back
Her surprise, he didn't look with his right eye
or the third eye, now the streets rain blood murder
The nigg* lost, caught two slugs from a a thug
in his mug, another body bagged, was drugged
Chorus
Various talk
Sample
Smilling faces, smiling faces.. sometimes (x8)