Mr. Serv-on - Cemetery Made lyrics

(feat. C-Murder) [C-Murder] This black on black crime gotta stop [C-Murder] Chorus I see my enemies, my guns in my hands Cemetary made, i'm looking at a dead man [x4] [Mr. Serv-On] Conflicted images fill my mind, if it's my time to bless me on the grind Intertwine in this criminal military where my best friend became my adversary Never second guess me if its me or you I see your a** through To the bloody end, we meet again When one of you coward b**hes get the heart to take me from this world of sin I can't descend to my right to die with blood in my f**ing eyes Ghetto cries from the cemetary call me daily But I aint ready to let you b**hes take me Set me up with my closed, arms open, gats smokin Hoping for my last and final wish Momma kiss me on the lips when I leave, with a shank on my f**ing sleeve I k** your child on your money for love Now she dead, god bless you if your child live But if I don't, I'll be back with f**ing rage in my eyes Hands on the gage, I'm cemetary made [Chorus x4] [Mr. Serv-On] Release me from this torture that this life gave me the first time this world Saw me Murder and betrayal chase me car jacking, the crack dealers still see me Why cant you b**hes let me live in peace? Tears on my mommas sheets won't let me sleep I'm walking the streets with tags on my f**ing feet, But I aint ready to be that big shot caller, that baller in the sky, see this k**er in my eyes But you b**hes can't take me, why don't you drop your colors and ride with me I'm g**ning, no affiliation I'm living TRU like these letters across my stomach (T-R-U) And I'm cemetary made, don't let me get faded with this gauge I'm ready to bust, bang, hang em up and n***a let you know my name My alias, Mr. bad case See this k**er in my eyes, I'm ready to break you from your ghetto ties And now I'm coming, so n***a you better start running See my cemetary made, so bang em up [Chorus x4] [C-Murder] My name is as I murder So alot of n***as wanna get me cemetary made so I move to another city I was born with a gun in my hand Now that I'm a grown man aint a damn thing changed C-Murder, a soldier from that TRU click My dick gets hard when I see a n***as whig split Life full of crime, so I abuses and chooses To never pull a gun if I aint gonna use it And known to smoke weed to calm my nerves But when I lace that sh**, a n***a gettin served (booya!) Sending haters to the mortuary, been to the cemetary But dont k** a n***a if you ever scary Aint got no time to be paraniod bustas Keep eye contact cause I dont trust ya 187 is what i shout (187), tattooed on my right arm Cause that's what I'm about You got beef with me? You'se in danger Welcome to the motherf**in torture chamber Execution style beat down in slashes Kerosene to burn your a** up till you ashes You history fool, you dead, ha ha ha ha, now you cemetary made [Chorus x4]