Текст песни Got Six on It - Unaverage Gang feat. Schizo

Never gonna die without my gang
We been grindin hard to find our name
Murder no problem, you don't want no problems
When we with the gang homie know we always mobbin
You don't want want no problems
Bitches believe-in the paradigm, paradox for love
Burning up on every church my strength in faith was not enough
Been walkin thru the decimated gates, callin out Hell's banes
All these fucken bustas wouldn't label, If they read my veins
Stay out my mind, unless you insist to blow my nine
If they fucken told me "you should fucken quit" I would decline
If this was my final given prophecy, than show me a sign
The day we end up in the dirt, day that I would resign
It's better this way, so get the fuck out my face
Dealin with all of my fucken emotions is given space
Instead i'm embracin, all the bullshit that is pilin up on top of me
In any given situation this will be the death of me
Take a moment of silence for that the hounds have fallen
My body rotten, UNAVERAGE GANG assigned to my coffin
But If you walk up to my stone be sure to tread with caution
Cause the end result is a dead body missin and forgotten
Hoppin outside of the whip and I'm
Poppin the clip inside of my nine hoe
Bust in yo fuckin house and I'm taking what's mine bro
I'm Calling in that UAV and that 187,
That ressurection, you better listen, bitch fuck yo heaven
Bringing that Armageddon, gotta go get it, do not panic,
I'm that manic, smoking with schizophrenic, feeling satanic bitch
Rolling in silence ski maskd up in that 86
Got a couple shells with that sawd off vague bouta kill a bitch
Strapped up, masked up, bitch you gonna get fucked up,
Blood dripping from his fuckin head go get the mop bruh,
Clean it all up,
And then I'm back to the cut,
Rolling deep in streets in UAV that I trust
We don't give a fuck
Like most of you bitches do
Staying true to ourselves and only mobbin with a few
Zooming off in the coupe
UNAVERAGE gang be the troops
Sin city be the roots so you know that we bulletproof aye
Never gonna die without my gang
We been grindin hard to find our name
Murder no problem, you don't want no problems
When we with the gang homie know we always mobbin
You don't want want no problEms