La Coka Nostra - Snow Beach lyrics

People sometimes don't care, they don't- They, they're so busy with themselves They're so busy growing So busy trying to be something And they forget, until something tragic happens in their lives Until they lose somebody or they lose something in their life They say, "why didn't I do the right thing? Why didn't I say what I always wanted to say?" I'm trying to say it now while I am alive [Ill Bill] I was taught to die with my boots on my enemy's throat Not slumped over in my wife's lap like Kennedy's dome But you don't get to choose d**h unless your serenity's broke Loss of suicidal hanging from insanity's rope So we live, like the shadow of d**h is upon us to the fullest f** with us, you'll go from full of sh** to full of bullets We the masters of the darkest of arts In the shroud of the shadow till the hell fire is sparked The revolution will be cla**ified This song is programmed to self destruct See you in the after life See you in the promised land of milk and honey where we k** for money Where every $100 bill is stained with guilt and bloody Where every single truth is tainted by lies Where every pistol shoot hatred like the blaze in the sky Compose like a symphony, orchestrating the crimes Sprayin' the nine, explode instantly, taking what's mine [Ill Bill] La Coka Nostra fleece, exclusive like Snow Beach Shooters with grown heat, 40 belows and gold teeth Rather turn in my grave than turn into a slave Commitin' murders in a haze, empty these burners in your face, homie Coka Soldier fatigues, exclusive like Snow Beach Shooters with grown heat, 40 belows and gold teeth Fillets of black, spillin' millitant rap, buck 'em Have 'em kickin' the bucket like a Gilligan hat [Thirstin Howl the 3rd] Polo loco on my torso, know no one before me Stutter Step 6, stumbling with a stogie I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi and I Ralph Lauren Snow Beach Monogamous mostly, condom glowing '88, Daisy Age, pot holes Grumpy cut, low scarf, flies lows Chronologic objects, gossip with the goblins Cottage where the God is, gunnin' by the garbage Knowledge is infinite, militant Dividends, different, wear slippers by Michelin Groups in they group, minute made soup This ain't my debut, n***as ain't knew La Coka Nostra, gorra cola conga All my nieces look like Dora, Dora Double L general, Thirsty Polo reakin' No mercy worth me, knock your f**ing teeth in [Ill Bill] La Coka Nostra fleece, exclusive like Snow Beach Shooters with grown heat, 40 belows and gold teeth Rather turn in my grave than turn into a slave Commitin' murders in a haze, empty these burners in your face, homie Coka Soldier fatigues, exclusive like Snow Beach Shooters with grown heat, 40 belows and gold teeth Fillets of black, spillin' millitant rap, buck 'em Have 'em kickin' the bucket like a Gilligan hat [Slaine] I rock the Polo hoodie while I lay tracks with maco Lay sacks till my finger tips darker than choco Used to hang around Puerto-rocks calling me Flacko Saying, "Uno ocho siete on a undercover narko" Early on it was apparent, I was off to a wack start Born with yellow teeth, red eyes, and a black heart But things changed, homie, now I got a black car American Express, pushing h**n for less Packing metal in this b**h, I'm the Devil in the flesh Yeah, my attitude, it stinks, but I've never been as fresh I'm the bad guy that they ain't got the evidence to get The dollars in the toilet and the president is dead Said the world ain't got no skies, look at Heaven, is it red? Triple six is following me, I'm banging sevens in my bed I'm a Christian, listen to me, hang a reverend by his head Dangle by his neck, tangled in my f**ing spider web I'm an alpha male, put a gun in the mouth of men Up inside the Polo ranch and knocking off a Ralph Lauren I'm a low life, left my old life, the green white with a gold stripe Old type with the OE, I'm a OG that you don't like [Ill Bill] La Coka Nostra fleece, exclusive like Snow Beach Shooters with grown heat, 40 belows and gold teeth Rather turn in my grave than turn into a slave Commitin' murders in a haze, empty these burners in your face, homie Coka Soldier fatigues, exclusive like Snow Beach Shooters with grown heat, 40 belows and gold teeth Fillets of black, spillin' millitant rap, buck 'em Have 'em kickin' the bucket like a Gilligan hat