paroles de chanson Blindfold - Ces Cru , Wrekonize
Forget
the
BS,
you
wanna
be
Ces?
You
better
OD
until
you
DOA
In
a
minute
we
gone,
it
couldn't
be
that
we
on
The
next
shit
that
we
own
and
we
don't
play
Blindfold
em
and
(line
em
up
in
a
row)
Blindfold
em
and
(line
em
up
in
a
row)
Blindfold
em
and
(line
em
up
in
a
row)
I'm
bored
out
of
my
fucking
mind
with
these
fat
asses
and
fast
food
Fake
beefs
and
rap
crews,
snap-backs
and
tattoos
Every
new
fad
is
just
bad
news,
like
I
need
that
I
watch
CNN
Stressed
up
from
the
chest
up,
it's
a
good
thing
that
we
knee-deep
in
We
in
the
real
world,
shit's
real
dog
I
don't
care
what
you
don't
feel
dog
People
countin'
on
me
like
chip
stacks
And
a
matter
of
fact
I
got
bills
dog
Doin'
B-I,
hella
B-I-G
with
the
bosses,
up
at
the
office
No
leverage,
I
gotta
eat
so,
I'ma
take
whatever
he
offers
It
better
be
legit,
and
you
can
eat
a
dick
I
been
working
shifts
up
at
the
Pita
pit
Got
a
contract,
couldn't
respond
back
Lost
contact,
couldn't
read
the
shit
May
never
know
what
might've
been
But
then
again,
considering
I'm
on
the
grind
Somebody
hold
em,
blindfold
em,
one
last
smoke
set
em
up
in
a
line
Line
em
all
up
on
the
wall
and
then
aim
at
it
Way
that
we
came
at
the
game
like
a
pain
addict
The
way
we
came
at,
like
it
ain't
matter
Brain
scatter
your
grey
matter
like
cake
batter
Swing
batter
batter
swing,
he
can't
hit
he
can't
hit
They
want
my
spot
on
the
label
but
they
can't
have
it
You
sick
of
seeing
my
face,
pasted
up
in
the
place
Shit
I
don't
know
what
to
say
bitch
you
can
blame
Travis
Snake
and
bat
we
chain
react
you
think
it's
Easy
huh,
wanna
be
the
one?
Go
easy
bro
you
think
its
easy
come?
But
they
don't
see
me
go,
what
have
we
become?
When
I'm
on
the
road,
I
don't
see
my
son
Two
months
at
a
time
on
the
eat
and
run
Put
the
check
on
the
rent
and
then
eat
the
crumbs
Pull
the
change
out
the
couch
and
the
pizza
come
I'm
wide
awake,
y'all
taking
naps
Trying
to
join
our
rank
I
ain't
taking
apps
I
don't
see
these
funds,
Imma
speak
in
tongue
Payback's
a
bitch
and
she
don't
pay
in
cash
We
never
quit
when
they
tell
us
no
because
the
Love
and
respect's
what
I
felt
the
most,
so
I
Exercise
my
self-control,
but
which
one
of
y'all
helped
me
though?
Blindfold
'em...
You
with
the
BS,
you
wanna
be
Wrek?
You
droppin'
demo
discs,
I'm
hittin'
eject
I
wanna
tell
you
the
bottom
line
is
a
typical
topic
And
I'm
a
pinnacle
prophet
of
time,
the
best
Watch
me
closer
now,
line
em
up
in
a
row
Blindfold
the
crowd,
line
em
up
in
a
row
Rhyme
hold
em
down,
line
em
up
in
a
row
I
warn
you
now
clown,
here
we
go
If
you
gotta
get
a
weapon
and
get
to
steppin'
I'm
reckin'
every
second
that
I'm
checkin'
the
freakin'
record
It's
Wrek
and
I
been
kickin'
it
incessantly
Gen
& Tech
and
my
twenty-second
beckon
for
the
Deepest
of
women,
get
'em!
If
you
gotta
get
a
crew,
get
a
Ces
one
You'll
make
a
motherfuckin'
move
for
the
next
one
Checks
come
homie
when
the
best
drum
flex
huh
Better
be
gettin'
ready
for
the
moment
that
the
flesh
bumps
I
been
talkin'
to
myself
bout
the
honors
on
the
shelf
Get
ya
head
spun
You
need
a
place
to
pray,
hope
for
better
god
to
hate
Shit
I
probably
can
erect
one
I
been
rockin'
with
the
Ces
since
the
prophets
at
the
back
Got
a
leg
up
on
the
neck
son
Every
time
the
brother
speak,
you
just
know
it's
gettin'
deep
When
you
wake
up
with
the
dead
ones
Ring
around
the
Middi,
we
hit
that
wall
We
the
shit
and
comin'
to
hit
that
stall
Enemies
enterin'
in
the
ring
back
off
We
pop
up
whenever
we
get
that
call
Ain't
nobody
gonna
body
me,
no
man
I'm
takin'
the
bull
by
the
horn
with
both
hands
So,
breakin'
the
rules,
I'ma
go
with
no
plans
Of
reconciliation,
I
look
and
put
ya
face
in
Trace
it
back
to
the
basement,
where
it
came
from
Lick
another
shot
with
the
ray
gun
I'm
true
to
the
shit,
y'all
new
to
the
script
Wonder
why
I
lick
a
shot
with
the
same
tongue
Shit's
beyond
easy,
so
be
gone
ya
peon
If
we
on,
then
roll
up
bleezies
Blindfold
em
so
when
they
don't
see
me
They
point
a
finger
as
if
I'ma
hate
on
Weezy
Please
believe
me
or
leave
me
to
be
Lock
em
and
load
em,
pop
to
B
street
It's
all
fly
in
the
vanilla
sky
420
motherfucker,
wanna
rock
to
this
beat?
It
stops
officially,
the
bucks
I
mean
Get
em
up
I
mean
Elevated
on
a
hater,
bringin'
up
the
scene
Ready
to
unload
it
on
ya
motherfuckin'
team
1 Fate
2 Jimmy Stewart
3 Sound Bite
4 Whips
5 Give It to Me
6 Pressure
7 Double O.T.
8 Blindfold
9 Phineas Gage
10 Strange Creature
11 Every Weapon
12 Hope
13 Axiom
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