[VERSE I: Wetto]

i'm with that fuck shit
pull up we get buck quick
my hoe down like faye but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
out here since a young jit
nitrous got my lungs lit
wake up from a blackout getting head while I’m in publix
ridin' through the hood like what it do?
prolly off a pill or two
pulled that .44 out
they start talking like they scooby doo
mobbing with my potnahs
we pop in no knocking
nodding off that dope and for dessert just ate neurontin
hit a stain
make a name for a lame tik tok
northside 
grey the gang
2nd world eastern bloc
i might rock it off the flock
i might rock it off apache
i might fuck up on that bitch
if she got a pack of plan b
mane show you how that glock work
show you how to pop first
white trash young man
mop 'em up like Joe Dirt
my hoe like her throat hurt
suck it for a nip tuck
that bitch tried to tell me that I’m sick
so what that make her?
i just bought some land off my LAL 
kilo of some GLD
still the same mane gripping AKs wearing FTP
paint em like a NFT
got them scripts no PHD
my bitch brain insane but she only got her GED
gang coast to coast yea I know me a few robbers
dope game farm to table ain’t no fent up in my product
huh bruh
damn son
who the fuck raised you
cutthroats and them savages how you think I got this name boo?

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

i could show you how to get it poppin
ruby da cherry ain't got no option
all these hoes keep fuckin flockin
all these hoes tryna gimme noggin
snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic
yeah i'm slidin' on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin' 
i can't stop it if i wanted to
glock up in my foreign coupe
scrapin up the concrete
s500 on them 22's
motorola phone when i'm dialing up my potnah
think i'm being followed by a fed in a unmarked impala
skrilla squalla what i'm after
i get money hoe by any means
paper chasin' everyday
i keep them rocks up in my cleats
cut me with some scissors you gon see how much i fuckin bleed
but ill come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit to smithereens
blick on me
click on me
G*59 the fuckin set
suicide til death 
i'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest
live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4 
make a point before the numbers just to let you bitches know
i got five killas and they all down to fucking ride
i can call on any of 'em if you down to fuckin die
walk it how i talk it bitch and i aint got no fuckin lisp
whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin kiss
out the mud
out the mist
ruby take the form of shadows
follow me back to the gates of hell 
we regroup at the gallows
i can smell the scent of blood and i can smell the scent of piss
leave ya body rottin' lock ya soul up in the black abyss

YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

Hot Razor

HOT RAZOR

New World Depression

Kill Yourself V

Are You Going to See the Rose in the Vase, or the Dust on the Table

Are You Going To See The Rose In The Vase, Or The Dust On The Table?

LIGHT BEAM

LIGHT BEMA

* LIGHT MEEF *

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LIGHT MEEF

via crucis

whiskey 4 the holy ghost

At the calling of the crow
Grab the blade it’s time to go
Put ya body in a hole
Feel the hatred as it grows
Into the night
We creep and crawl
‘til we hear a body fall
Castin judgement to the river
Break a bitch n kill em all
bust a mothafuckas lip
If I hear ‘em talkin shit
Demons in my fuckin’ soul
Now I gotta pop a bitch 
Manipulate
The lies that conjure in this 
World only exist to terrorize
The devil whispers in my ear
To never fear
We runnin wild
Can’t you see
Everybody fuckin’ bleeds
Manic pressure in the mental
Leave the masses hangin’ high
Don’t fuck with me, bitch
I left the body leakin in the gutta
Head split
Blood is drippin out his eyes
No need to see what happens next
devil shyt, eternal bump
Don’t care what happens to the rest
No remorse for what I’ve done
I’m talkin’ homicidal
Threats will disappear
So say goodbye
To the life you knew before
Know the phonk will never die
It feeds the demons n my soul

CRYPTIC MACK - EVERYBODY BLEEDS

PSYCHOPATHIC LUNATIC

WILL YOU SEE THE AFTERLIFE MIX

Lethal Injection

MIDNIGHT PLAYAS

I. 6BEAM
II. DEATHFACE
III. $CREW

PRODUCED BY:
I. $CREW

MIXED BY:
I. $CREW



(6BEAM:)

Let me let you fuckas know who the fuck i be 6 beam 
Blood on my jeans
All about my feria
This yo Last chance
2 muthafuckin beast
Knock out yo fuckn teeth
Roll me up some fuckin weed 
Im ana ruin yo fuckn day
Fuck yo girl
Fuck her friends
Yeah you know im
Raisin hell
This shit aint for kids
Hoe Ez come ez go
Finna kick yo fuckin doe
Extra mag 
Make her choke
Ridin dirty
With dat chrome foo




(DEATHFACE:)

Bad Latina bent over 
To bad I been sober 
Quit that talkin thought I told ya 
6beam boutta show ya 
Silverback with tha gat 
How the fuck we do 
Barrel pointing right at you 
tell me what you gonna do 
Foo 
I’m bout my set 
Coke all in my cigarette 
Sick and tired of all these muthafuckas 
On tha internet 
Hit a bitch fuck her good
Eat the pussy know what’s good 
Muscles twitchin fluids leaking insect eatin maggots feastin 
Hide the body in tha woods





($CREW:)

Smoking on that fucking dope until I'm mothafucking high
Ak47 on my side now are you down to ride 
Paranoia kicking hard I let the darkness come inside 
Razorblade all in yo back I let you bleed out til you die

Grab my mothafucking mask you grab yo mothafucking glock 

If you ain't a fucking busta meet my ass right down the block 

Now you working for the devil wasting time bet check that clock 

Demons all up in brain I'm stuck in chains won't never stop 

MIDNIGHT PLAYAS FT. 2BEAST (PROD. BY $CREW)

PSYCHOPATHIC LUNATIC

$VD PLVYV

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