Lyrics:
1994 killaz strapped wit the team 
Lowrida schemin
Wit the posse
Fienen for weed 

All you fake mfs 
Think you eatin for free 
If you ain’t fw me 
Get the fuck out the scene 
3.5 in the blunt 
It’s a daily routine 
Ghostryda take yo bitch n
Leave her grabbin the sheets 

Now u fucked in the streets 
Got u leaking all ova 
Promise I’m not that sober 
When you look in my eyes 
You gon b feeling the fright 
Along wit the bloody knife 
The Krueger comin tonight 
N he ain’t playin real nice 

1994 killas strapped wit the team 
Lowrida schemin
Wit the posse
Fienen for weed 

All you fake mfs 
Think you eatin for free 
If you ain’t fw me 
Get the fuck out the scene 
3.5 in the blunt 
It’s a daily routine 
Ghostryda take yo bitch n
Leave her grabbin the sheets 
            Hoe

1994 (prod.aris)

Lyrics:
All you stupid lil bitches
Think you fuckin wit the best nah 
Comin wit the heat leave u
Cooked up in yo sleep yah 
Runnin n gunnin  n I be blastin on them hoes 
See them bodies in road 
Best believe I watched them croak hoe

X2(croak hoe steady moving slow mo)

Bring it back with the tracks 
Steady countin up the racks
Wit the Mac in my lap 
Cock it while I grin n laugh 

None of u bitches can step to me (no)
All of u bitches  afraid of me yuh
Watching the centipedes crawling 
All u over yo body n draining all ur energy 
Eating away at ur memories 
The drugs fuckin up all my sensories 
Jus leave me alone till i make all amends                             
  with the demons inside of me  hoe



 Drowning away all my sorrows
I js cannot cope wit the feelin of pain
Aye 
 Washin the blood from my wrist n the floor 
now you watching the memories fade aye 
Blood on blunt bitch you get it 
Bodies in the basement jus kiddin 
Glock on my side bitch straight spittin 
Why u so scared bitch snakes hissin

From the bottom of the hell
 you will reap what you sow 
you’ll be chained to the doors
 and in search of some hope 
But you better off praying to satan alone 
Wishing for prizes and cashes n gold 
All of you wannnabes can’t make it happen
You see me be trappin I never be slackin 
I steady be stackin inside of the benz
All of you fakin 
We never was friends

Sinnerz (prod.aris)

Lyrics:

Ridin round town wit a bad goth bitch
Got plenty of hands for those talkin that shit
Yeah
Don’t give a fuck what you sayin 
Im laying them hands 
On u  pussy lil bitches 
I’ll bring out the razors n show wutchu missin
Straight out the swamp
Where yo body is dumped 
Jay wit the strap he be ready to pump 

Buckshot to your brain
Leave a bad stain
Never cared bout the plays
Yellin fucking fame 
See me lurkin thru the cut 
Bumpin ck
Steady getting hit wit a 9
It’s a mayday 
Calling mayday
got yo girl n the ex in the back 
 it’s a 3 way 
     3 way 
 blunt puffin on a Friday all day 
Call up t hit a liq for some quick pay 
In the pit you be leaking like a bitch aye




Ima keep countin the cash
Ima keep the stackin the racks
That we rob from yo clique 
While we makin the dash 

No running away from 
The blade at ur throat 
All u bitches u cannot promote 
The real within 
You steady be plottin 
N never was rockin 
Wit me till the end 

 promising  that 
you gon reap what u sow
 Feelin the pain right
Inside of my soul
She beggin for more
But bitch I said no
I’m spooky the skele
I’m Be blastin them holes
Right inside of yo home
Hoe
See me posted up at the junction 
Lighting one up all eyez on me 
Like who this yung jit poppin out like this
Me bro ?
Yung stunna on top 
king of the scene hoe

buckshøt (prod.santanna)

Lyrics:
All been a part of the master plan 
Thinkin you bitches is safe 
No we is not the same
All you frontin I’ll put you to shame 
Crawling right out my grave 
Ill drag u the hell just to feel all the flames

Hackin/slashin my victim I’m cookin n summoning my inner cannibalism
 I’ll leave you astray 
Leave you all fucked up inside of yo grave 
Feeling the hate from the wave
 Of you snakes 
But guess I’m alive so I cannot complain 
Life passing by lemme press on the break 
Roll up a blunt jus to numb all the pain 
Smoking that
 pressure you cannot obtain
Inhale the best
Exhale the stress 
Thinkin that u can contest

Creepin thru the gvllows
Yea it not what it seems 
It’s the westside fein 
Ghost Ryder wit shotty
Gon bust at yo spleen
Drag yo body to the river watch it float upstream 
I ain’t playin for keeps 
I js want a couple chains n some gold 
For my team 
I js wanna watch the world burn wit kerosene 
Flames lookin real neat 
All of apart of routines
Jus take the blade from my wrist
And throw it into sea 
Preach

hangman (prod.vinnie motanna)

Lyrics:
Yung stunna schemin
Steady pøsted wit demøns
Eyes glistenin from the trauma 
Ive fiending for treatment
Aint nø saving whats inside
There aint really nø reason
Aint nø rest for the wicked
cast a spell like the witch’s
Light  the match as i laugh
burnin  all of my bridges
Kickin doors hittin liqs n
Leave yo body wit stitches 
Flickin ash on the dash 
Countin all of the ditches 
Round the bodies up
N get 2 diggin their aint nø limit


Yung stunna schemin
Steady pøsted wit demøns
Eyes glistenin from the trauma 
Ive fiending for treatment
Aint nø saving whats inside
There aint really nø reason
Aint nø rest for the wicked
cast a spell like the witch’s

NO REST 4 THE WICKED

REKNWN :
Countin the days as they passing me by
Steady corroding I jus wanna die 
Yung Jason the way be slashing my knife 
But you bitches be buggin 
Likes flies you ain’t nothing 

Bottom of hell in them pits 
You be sufferin 
For all eternity 
Bitch think I’m bluffin?
Nah you buggin 
I came from nothing 
From nothing to something 
I be always known 
As the reaper that be taking all of yo souls
Always be lurking don’t  step in my zone 
dismantle your body and and turn you to stone
Like the rest of the fuck bois who came before 


Leaving your body to rot so
They pick at your skin till you nothing but bone 
Thinkin you shit but jus a lil jit
 that be losing his way to home 
7 years later n I’m still contemplating 
bout painting my brains on the walls 
Say you won’t answer the calls
Steady be lost in the fog

REKNWN (FT CK) (prod.yungmexicanbih)

PROD.HYNOTIZE

They Leave A Mf Goin Schizo fuckin manic
      All These Drugs Up In My System 
            Man I Cannot Manage
They Leave A Mf Goin Schizo Fuckin Manic
      All These Drugs Up In My System 
            Man I Cannot Manage

           Barrel Knockin At Yo Fucking Door
                   Take Yo Fucking Soul
 Tie Yo Body Up n Let You Float Where The Crows Roam
      64' Impala Lurkin While Yo Bitch is Givin Dome
Grippin On The 9 Cuz Bitch I Know You Left The Heat at Home
        Fuckin On This Bitch Straight Fuckin Up This Shit
You Cannot Fuck Wit My Clique I Leave Yo Ass With Busted Lips
       Straight Fuckin On This Bitch Straight Fuckin Up This Shit
You Cannot Fuck Wit My Clique I Leave Yo Ass With Busted Lips
                                    Shiiit

                           RO$ETTA:

        Aye Aye Bitch They Can Never Catch me 
         A Serial Killer Leavin a Bloody Scene
              More Like Im Freddy Krueger  
               Hoe Im Creepin In Yo Dreams
 Bitch Run And Hide I Advise You Grab Yo Fuckin Weapon
 RO$ETTA On The Lurk The Schizophrenic Manic Steppin
       So Go And Duck Mothafucka Duck Layin Low
                        Fore You Get Buck
                Mothafucka Get Bucked Hoe
          Its Just Another Day Up In The Killa 505 
                    I'm IllMinded To The Brain
                    Who Really Down To Die?
                                   Hoe
                    Who Really Down To Die?
                                   Hoe
                    Who Really Down To Die?

                    Who Really Down To Die?
                                    Hoe

64' Impala (FT.RO$ETTA)

I dont really give af
Im posted up in the cut 
smokin blunts 
N Smokin runtz
Im pourin up double  cup
They drag me into helll i think im burnin up 
Fuck it up 
3.5 in up in the blunt is not enough not enough
See me lurkin thru the cut
A couple of bitches on me yuh
64 impala cruisin with bud
Light it up 
The ghost are dancing round my grave 
They See me living by the blade
Im on chiefin on sum blunts of hay
I think im goin far away 

A Couple bad habits
Got me locked away
Locked away
Cheifin on that hay
Im buzzin by the day 
By day

Beggin for my sins to be forgiven
By the one above
Do they even listen 
See me puffin on on that blunt yuh

X5 Puffin on that blunt
See me puffin on that blunt aye

light it up (prod.EVILMYSTIC)

It's that all-black shadow lurkin motherfucka with the gat 
           all-black shadow lurkin motherfucka with the gat 
           all-black shadow lurkin motherfucka with the gat 
           all-black shadow lurkin motherfucka with the gat 

     Yung Johnny Blaze, chewing bones, and spitting flames
 Posted with the fucking gang, smoking blunts, and switching lanes
 Claim you real but bitch you fake, hanging out with fucking lames
         Talkin on my fucking name, I'm the one to the blame

     For all the pain you gonna feel today, all these voices in my head
        They tellin me to grip the blade and to head out on my way
                     They Temptin me with games to play
     Take my aim and take my shot I leave you burning in the flames

    Sipping a cup of devilish flames, all of the pain that I cannot contain
                   Never competing man fuck all the fame
                 Sit on my throne and I'm making my way
                   Repent of my sins but I cannot be saved

               Inside of the dirt where I'll rot in my grave
                Talkin my shit put these bitches to shame
                    Sipping a cup of devilish flames
              All of this pain that I cannot containnn

      It's that all-black shadow lurkin motherfucka with the gat 
           all-black shadow lurkin motherfucka with the gat 
           all-black shadow lurkin motherfucka with the gat 
           all-black shadow lurkin motherfucka with the gat

DEVILISH FLAMES (Prod.DJ BUDDRIGHT)

(Prod.LilithChryst)
Lyrics:

Gun totin 
Dope smokin
Reaper from the depths of hell
Leave yo ass to rot
N drop u down
That wishing well
Eyes swelll from cheifin the blunt 
Man im blowin them os 
Posted up wit yo hoe
While she givin me throat
Then i pass to the bros 
Risin out of the moats
See me lurkin
N kickin in door bitch

So dont trust no hoe 
When she blowin up yo phone
Actin like you didnt know
- [ ] 
World so cold
Bones turnin to stone
I done lost all my hope
Its been the same since day 1
Slowly knottin the rope
Take a hit of the dope 
N
Farewell to u bitches
You was never wit the clique
Bitch 

$CAPEGØAT:

Got that reaper beeping me to hell I’m sure that I’m gon take his place

It’s snowing in my room, I’m blowing lines I hope I fade away

Geeking out like I don’t do that shit from day to day

I smoke that loud I roll it up and put a dust of Caine

I’m blowing clouds I know my neighbors gon be wide awake yuh

I’m blowing clouds I know my neighbors gon be wide awake yuh

If I don’t fuck with ya

Then i don’t fuck with ya

I can’t get a buzz with ya

I can’t do my drugs with ya

I think you a bum bitch yeah i think you a buzz killer

Don’t you kill my high lil bitch 

Don’t you kill my vibe real shit

Real shit

GHO$TRYDER

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