Resurrection ov da 5150

Verse I: Tommy Wit Da Tone

Rollin down the street, gettin high and duckin police
Plottin on a fuckin scheme to break the bank with no receipt
We gonna break them bitches down - aim the Glock, wave it around
Ain’t no need to shoot them clowns, no murder charge on tommy now
We gotta scare all the bank tellers, make em feel under the weather
Copious amounts of pressure all for monetary pleasure
Yeah the mask up on my face, they can’t see it therе’s no case
Makin my move and then displacе, I'm takin yo money from the bank... but
One of them muthafuckas try to test me, concealed carry, so I could not see
Non combatant from the streets, that bitch boy gonna die protecting money
This stupid mans he missed his shot, now this muthafucka gonna feel my Glock
Took a little hit and now he layin there in rot
And now I really gotta worry bout them piggies known as cops
Glock to yo Glock to yo Glock to yo dome
You don’t wanna wanna fuck around with this big chrome
Pass the fuckin money and I’ll let you go home
Filllin up the bag now my mouth starts to foam
I can hear all the sirens after all the violence
Just wished for compliance, but they done got silenced
Running out the bank with a murder robbery
You done fucked up, lying dead in the streets lil bitch

Verse II: Cadaver Da Mane

Time to get the fuck outta dodge, police surround like an entourage
News camera crews like a fuckin montage, but they don’t know they bout to get barraged
Pullin out my fuckin AK, hollow tips make a muthafucka lay
Cuttin em, buckin em, making it spray, all of you bitches gon get it today
Half of these coppas I’m leavin em dead, feeding my choppa more scripts of that lead
Shits getting hotter my eyes are so red, no need for a spotter, the needle been thread
Hoppin in the whip, make that bitch bitch go skrt, swang over bodies, the curb and the dirt
Hit 75, realize I’m hurt, bitch I look down, got blood on my shirt, uh
Coppas shot me now I’m dead, satan speaks to me he says
“Tommy boy it ain’t your time yet” resurrected from my death
See the reaper creepin, shut my eyes and then I seep in
What the fuck I just ain’t thinking, this shit real my skin is peeling
Now the reaper he takes me to Satan, he says I’m complacent
Adjacent to torture and anguish, more bodies that need be cremated
I’m reanimated from death as my fate reinstated
Come from the grave, Satan sent me today
Muthafuckas know it’s Cadaver Da Mane