Dave Free - Raymond 1969 lyrics

[Verse 1] They say the gangsta's back, gave God a heart attack Red eye insomniac, let's get this f**er live Loading up pistols while getting high Forty-five nines who smoke and sending nickels and dimes My little n***a 12, said he with it, yeah Gave him a sherm stick and watched him while he hit it Soon as he lit it, cuz was finished, now co*k back the gat Leave the mask and gloves, let's get to business But they worried 'bout Osama k** the b**h n***a and get his family mañana Didn't get a comma, nor a cent, for the karma Just an imaginary stripe, so he can hold his head in honor Zombieland, a bunch of dead men walking Living abortions, they oughta raise the price on coffins They f**ing make a k**ing, but I ain't dying up in prison Fully-loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling [Hook] Money-money, hoes, clothes, n***a that's all we know (On my mom and 'em) Murder-murder, k** get your f**ing cap peeled (I put that on my mom and 'em) Fear around here, I smell d**h around here (On my mom and 'em) Don't be snooping 'round here, get dogged around here (I put that on my mom and 'em) [Verse 2] They say 2012 the world gon' end sh** it been over since Raymond recruited soldiers 1969 evolution of devils time Ain't walking up in no shrine sh**, I'm living a life of crime Pops never gave a chance my mom crying She can see it in my eyes, I lost my mind Sneaking out the window with angel dust in my Indo Keys to her ignition new mission ya better limbo Fire pits let to eject I hardly miss n***a ditch sleep on my dog ain't that a b**h? And I ain't on my Odd Future tip But snatch a n***a intestines from his nose and tell his a** to sh** But they worry 'bout Osama Blood and Crip n***as lifetime of Jeffery Dhamer Flashy for the moment I'm on it I pop your collar Suicidal ain't f**ing with these young wild connivers, we rivals [Hook] [Verse 3] Didn't learn to much in school But out I learned some sh**, 36 a kilo 28 grams a zip Pot brownies and white cookies Cops'll pat me down but won't touch on my girls tooshi f** they sent the lady cop they tryna book me All else fails balloon packs tampon that p**y Back to the set to laugh about it and get it off Lobster tails and bu*ter sauce same clothes still a boss On a mothaf**in' robbing spree Probably be televised, b**h I want the world to see Now you dumb f**ers heard of thee Sickest n***a out I found out that blood's burgundy But they worry 'bout Osama 9/11 pa**engers ain't seen this type of drama Vietnam wars I'm sending copper galore Bodies hit the floor God knows I'm playing lord for sure [Hook] [Outro] Make money, make money-money-money Take money, take money-money-money Make money, steal money-money-money k** money, my money-money-money