[Verse I: Ruby]
i think tonight is a good night to die
spent most of my life tryna hide
i’ve tried to see the whole world through a crack in the blinds
lost track of time
pull back the tide
isolating inside of the hive
ready to die
in hell i arrive
leave nothing behind but empty backwoods packs
raised by the last wolfpack
yung mutt in attack mode
taking off the sheep head mask
everything i touch turn ash and my whole soul burnt til its black
now i got horns on my head aint made out of brass
i got horns on my head like a certain zodiac

[Verse II: Scrim]
AK toting
Codeine toasting
Hoodlum from that Northside
Frequent overdoser
Im tip toeing right through hells fire
Break the law
Or break your jaw
Don’t any mother fucker come close to me
Fuck your cause
And fuck your boys
If you really wanna die then come try thee
Yung Christ
Yung Christ
Demons all around
You don’t wanna go outside
Knock knock at the door
Hey honey are you home?
You can hide but you gone die
Ride for the five
And I die for the nine
For my sin can’t atone
Mom raised a killer
Dad turned me gorilla
Ima Psycho down to the bone

[Verse III: Germ]
i don’t wanna be that nigga livin’ no lie
i don’t wanna be on bad sides of .45’s
keep it on me no lie
keep it boppin’ hold fire
mama told me keep it solid
boy these niggas fried
bitch on my dick
lemme beat them insides
i been that nigga
can’t see my demise
ride with the fire been the motto for some time
i def seen that text i’m just not gon’ reply
GREY*59 army
right foot left
peanut butter seats i keep my lil bitch fed
i only see the money i must confess
i can’t rock with these niggas
bitch im pressed
bitch lemme flex
bitch i need checks
bitch i need neck
die for the set
pulled off in a jet
got a dub on my neck
niggas down bad i might buy the whole set

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[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

yeah they call me yung mutt
in the cut smelling like some indica
all these hoes keep splitting cuffs
spilling guts
no ands, ifs, or buts
if her butt was any fatter i'd be fucked and quickly bust
splatter kids all on her mug like she's allergic to my nut
give her antihistamines
pistol green like it's a buck
trigger squeezing like i'm fiending for a reason to give up 
bend your knees
begging please like i could really give a fuck
uzi tucked against my spleen
i'll make you bleed until you rust
for the static, i'm an addict
back at it like a chiropractic crack habit
if i want it ima have it
knock you off this fucking planet
send your corpse up to the stars replace em all with fucking maggots
pants saggin'
red flaggin'
ima get the bag whether it's paper or it's plastic
all these fuckboys i be slappin'
aint got time for all your cappin’
ima conjure up my demons
whisper all their names in latin

[VERSE II: Wetto]

yung wetto
it's yung north, mane
whipping in a ford thang
gripping on the hammer
indiana
slicky fort wayne
pot filled with white dust
house color white nut
looking for the chewing
patrick ewing out a white slut
cup dirty
glock 30
murk a motherfucker quick
eastern bloc
sticker shock
custom how i rock a benz
5% on the tint looking like the babadook
fuck a fight i'd rather shoot
my youngin' hollering hootie hoo
i yell amen
hollow tips rain in
59 guerilla
i'm too real for them to cage in
southern cajun
suckers bite the pavement
told that hoe to hit my agent talking bout engagements
fuck a blame shift
i'm that motherfucker, boy
creeping thru the night
turbos breathing like they paranoid
billy bob a halle berry
wetto makaveli
northside
burn em all at the stake while singing bloody mary

YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

Realism Vs Idealism

REALISM VS IDEALISM

[VERSE I: Wetto]

killer with that AK get this motherfucker bussin'
tell a hoe to get the fuck if she ain't here to suck it
creepin' on a come up i got fam that need some funding
i'm ducking from drugging and sipping that Tussin and bloating up my stomach
i need the D
the O
the P the E
riding clean
the G the L
E 63
oowee
see chicken heads, they fiend for me
yung north
S-I-D-E
W-E-T
verse two in the booth with a glock loaded
off so many meds
am i coming or i'm going?
fuck an interview, mane
i'm too raw to sugar coat it
see a dead man walking 
next election he'll be voting
pimp on a track
mix dope with the crack
i might slide
camo mask
turn your hood to iraq
bury suckers
fuck a groupie
that's the truth i feel like gucci
i got 99 problems and not one is you gon shoot me
we got anna, motherfucker?
let me know or keep your mouth shut
slicky make a million every time i give that mouse touch
slicky whip that wrist and make a motherfucking ounce jump
wetto mack a bitch
play hard to get and get her mouth fucked
sick motherfucker
no mind motherfucker
that white trash high taxed dying motherfucker
tell the world eat my dick
ima prick motherfucker
life hell
tough shit
i'm the bic motherfucker

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

fully loaded choppa
knew this bitch who lived on tchoupitoulas
bitch seemed like an opportunist
flockin' just to jock my new shit
stopped in houston
belly looking swollen
better stop abusing wock and chewing fent
yeah all my teeth are fucking rotten
cruising down your block and you know blanco lighting blunts of herb
carefully choose your words
unless you'd rather bite the fucking curb
what's the word?
whatchu fucking heard?
blanco smite the herd
fuck your bitch until her spine is curved
blanco spiked your nerves
bitches on my dick like a love bug
tryna get their claws up in me like a fucking mud bug
bitch ima smug thug
calling up my young plug
playa all that smoke is gonna make me get my lungs scrubbed
i need a breath of fresh air
splash some water on my face
looking back on my mistakes
regretting them is such a waste
keep it pimpin'
move it forward like i'm running just to race
devil right behind me like a finished first place
all of these haters keep wishing that they could be me
all on my steez
spreading my wings but i ain't taking anyone under them
why can't i just glide in peace
using these drugs to release
fucking these bitches for free
flirting with death
i keep promising things 
when's he gonna know that im a tease and i'm just tryna get a lil sleep?
capitalizing the G
F to the I to the V to the E
N to the I to the N to the E to the F to the O to the R to the L to the I to the F to the E
for my gang i will do anything
for my gang i will do everything

YIN YANG TAPES: Summer Season (1989-1990)

Bloody 98 (feat. Ghostmane)

BLOODY 98 (FEAT. GHOSTEMANE)

[VERSE I: Wetto]

pull up in a benz
higher than a bitch
northside playa getting head from a stripper
gold mouth dizzog
fucking with that heron
dog food shorty
all that shit you selling stepped on
better get the fuck on
fuck up off the strizzeet 
pull that glizzy glock
I make it pop and leave him deceased
took his hoe with me
i heard she was a frizzeak
coke bottle physique
her pussy got a earring
let my girl fuck her
hit her with the strap on
kick back like a mizack while I get the dizzome
sipping on sizzurp
i can’t hear a wizzord
that chopper leave em leaking
put his body in the dizzirt 
banging with my folk 
face on us like poker
them boys from the northside
execute you on your sofa
mane who the smizzoke? 
i die for kinfolk
that pride will leave you crizzoaked 
when I slide with that pistol
N O R T-zee
H S I D E-zee
ride through the city
them freak hoes show they titties
popping on them pizzills
pussies know the dizzeal
wetto keep the stizzeal 
too thick in the vizzille

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

bitch i been fucking these bitches
now i'm ducking these bitches
untouchable limitless
hoe don't fuck with my business
kermit on my wrist look slick
thats 16 thou around my fist
day dreaming of money cuz tonight i might just hit some licks
take your pick
should i whip the new benz or the ‘56?
59 ways to die and all of them involving slick
sloth cleaning his pistol while i load another 60 clips
ready to go to war but they always end up with slit wrists
i'm so sick and tired of all these fakes and liars
thinking that they fire
when really they admire what we do 
biting and biting 'til our style all chewed up
now my head all screwed up
i threw up on a bitch when i was fucking on her late last night
wetto gave me a fenty patch boy was feeling nice
drooling on myself i couldn't even get my dick up
i coulda been a mark if i wasn't so fucking cliqued up
grey *59 bitch id die for one of mine
southside of the lake i travel north to see my slime
new orleans born n bred ill make a dollar out a dime
always on my toes i keep my fingers on my nine

[VERSE III: FREDDIE DREDD]

i hope they recognize 
fuckin with me you will see the devils eyes
not alive
hear the freddie dredd you better run inside
i got my glockie with me
bitches always acting shifty
im countin up think bout 50
testin me is very risky
you aint so hard
fuckin bitch you fuckin fraud
aint my job
teach a lesson
betta count ya fuckin blessings
imma boss
take the loss
if ya hate me
fingers crossed
imma beast
aint the least
get to killin
its a feast
one more time
on my grind
and i never have to find
what im looking for
say the word and bodies start to hit the floor
i think i got to go
im running from the time you know
im freddie dredd you hoe
posted in the cold before
i never heard of you
pussy boi aint got the juice
i wanna kill a fool
thats all i want to do
stockin up on ammo
always ready for the next
im about to fuck ya life up
cuse you fuckin with the best
freddie please
do not do it 
freddie please
can you stop
nah bitch ima demon
and im runnin on the clock

YIN YANG TAPES: Fall Season (1989-1990)

Provolone & Heroin (feat. Freddie Dredd)

PROVOLONE & HEROIN (FEAT. FREDDIE DREDD)

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

bitch im poppin sticks like im nick cannon
smash her like im ganondorf
all my homies stuntin
we all ballin like we manage sports
fuckboi on my dick
wants a pic
go head and tag the dork
miss me with that bullshit
yeah i shoulda been a matador
slap a whore
choke a bitch
man i think i broke her hip
fuck her til she soaked in piss
i plan to make a note of it
blanco always faded like a motherfucking poke n stick
ready to snatch a soul
seal ya fate up with a frozen kiss
i'm smoking bliss
turn a fuckboy into mist
scratch a name off of my list and add another
just for kicks
open slit up on my wrist
yeah i think they get the gist
tighten up my fucking fist
blanco never fucking miss
spit out the drip
dont want crystals in my stomach
all these crystals on my bitch
align her chakras while we fuckin
rearranging all her plumbing
all these suckas think they stuntin'
but they really just lame
spittin' out flames
bitch i bang grey 
five nine til the day i die
my tear ducts all dried
i fear i dont know why i feel so normal when im high
all these voices in my head i cant tell which one is the lie
always bring the storm yeah blanco blackin out the sky

[VERSE II: Wetto]

give it how these haters want it
break a bitch up on it
yung slick walking coma as i smoke the marijuana
its yung north 
make the bass shake
tell a bitch wait
diamonds shine as i flip it
ship it make the weight skate
i been wrist whipping
flocking chickens
when i slide pimping
glock gripping
pop a clip in
have your mind spinning
spine bending
bloody linens in your mom kitchen
crime ridden
hood i'm from ain’t got no prime lending
slicky flame sizzle
rolling with a tank missile 
tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me fuck her brain tissue
i'm popping 30s seeing blurry
still I can’t miss you
pop the stick and blow the clip
kill everyone that came with you
same issues
playing russian roulette with revolvers
i go gung ho with that drum roll like i'm travis barker
“last offer”
hear the devil talking to me often
fuck a coffin when I die just burn me in a foreign
wetto chris walken
haunted like the deer hunter
you a larp with no heart just tuck your dick under
you a fed you a cop you a real uncer
scarface wetto with that metal let that steel rumble

Every Dog Has His Day

EVERY DOG HAS HIS DAY

[VERSE I: Wetto]

motherfuck that set you claim
you know it's cut throat from the grey
hoe stay the fuck away
glock tucked on my side
pull up like i'm AAA
any motherfucking time
any motherfucking day
demons all around me and they begging for a fucking taste
same shit
different day
playing with the K
northside
eastern bloc
where the fuck i stay
still up creeping in the cut
remain sick as fuck
pop a addy off the fent
feel too good to duck
breaking bad
i been rolling with the devil lately
have you ever seen a demon pull up in a new mercedes?
most hated
underrated
you know grey the clique
walking straight to hell and clear the motherfucking pit
better stay away
better stay away
stay the fuck away
stay the fuck away
i just popped a perc
i just popped a xan
see this bag of dope?
that's a hundred grand
sell a bitch some hope
fuck her hit the dash
looking for some love?
holler at ya mans
for that heroin ima dog
slicky pavlov
yeah you know it's personal when the mask off
leave his body on display like it's half off
scammed the game
call me bernie wetto madoff
glock out
cock out
tell the world suck my dick
sam wetto hyde cuz i always get away with it
three fingers high
59 what the fuck it is
three fingers high bitch im grey til the fucking end

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

blanco never shootin' blanks
got one in the chamber with yo name on it
blanco pulling rank
captain of the grey 
stay flauntin' in a fucking tank
east bank
got my blade sharpened
cut, slice, or shank
either way ima flay my target
why all these opps on my block, huh?
pull out the chop like a mop, bruh
street sweeping like its mardi gras
litter up the streets with a buncha bloody body parts
swangin' on them 30s
got them 30s in my glove box
cops pull me over
they about to get they mug popped
cherry lemonade type of stain 
pull off in the rain
spilt his fucking brain like a bitch who loves to chug cock
leave me the fuck alone
leave me the fuck alone
leave me the fuck alone
leave me the fuck alone
grey steppin'
im reppin' the *59
all of my potnahs my lifeline
30 deep
33 years i could keep
if i stop with these 30s, im cleared for the week
gang with me
whole gang with me 
i got no fear in these streets
bang semi autos while im hanging out the fucking jeep
never sleep
tweakin' off the rock
blanco plays for keeps
real life drug addict
come downs always fucking steep
never sleep
i know that the reaper waiting for me
i know that he patient
i see his reflection when im pouring up
codeine in a cup 
double it up
now im snoring
i might not wake up
uzi tucked next to my 40
southside of the lake
yeah im always 7th warding
all these pills i take em, bitch 
there aint no fucking hoarding
i got two phones
shawty try and hit me on my other line
shawty lookin fine
gonna call her back another time
dollar signs on my fucking mind
while i break her spine
pulled out just in time
i cant let her have my fucking slime

WHATWHAT

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