Face to Face

[Verse 1:]
Crazy institutional killa, im the fuerilla
I peel a niggas cap, and watch his brain drop in his lap
Insanity the man in me, possessed, by evil demons
Waking up, shooting at [?] cause I heard voices screamin'
Into the triple six, the devil is talkin' shit
Tellin' me to get my tone, and go out and kill a bitch
I drink me some liquor, sit back and scope like a maniac
A busta can't take me, cause D-O-N can't be having that
Murda, murda, true gangstas that I heard a
Bitch ass nigga with his nuts up
Fuckin' with the one, to the eight, to the seven
Spread your last and a slick ass 2-11
Suicidal thoughts, in my brain make my nerves jump
So I go upstairs, to my closet get the sawed off pump
And go on a mission on the street out to kill
I don't feel, no remorse dead corpse is the source that be soothing me
The demons are schoolin' me, rulin' me
On top 'bout an evil form
[?] cause im project born
I hang with some real killas
Full clip
Yeah thats my nigga DJ Sound, lil whack
And my nigga Big Mac
I'm losin' my fuckin' mind
Better again I think I lost it
If there was a line of death, I already crossed it
They see I dont give a fuck about my own self
Fuckin' with a real killa nigga your face to face with death

[Chorus:]
Raised-Raised in the grove, where the niggas got taught x3
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[Verse 2: D.O.N]
Mo murda be the man in me insanity
Demons taking over me
Goin' on another killing spree
Evil screams from the dark side, telling me to kill again
9 times out of 10, full clip gotta comprehend
Listening to them voices, hearing noises in my bedroom
12 o'clock at midnight waking up, in a cold tomb
Homicidal flashback with the 9mm gat
Coughing up some blood, is them thugs
Covered in Bullet slugs, In his brain

Im insane mane its the D-O-G
Pickitty packin' the TEC-9, for all you bustas with the energy
Pitty pat, chrome gat, smackin' one of these bitches bad
Hollow shells of hell, when im blasting at his coward head
1-8-7, 2-11 deadly be this fuckin' gang
Hit you to the brain, close range cause im crazy mane
Pistol packin' never lack slackin', up
While im servin' hoe, blastin' lettin' go
Im about to mo murda mo murda mo murda

[Outro:]
Raised-Raised in the grove, where the niggas got taught x3
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Raised-Raised in the grove, where the niggas got taught x3
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