Rambo (UK) - Pictures lyrics

[Verse 1: RAMBO] This is a written blueprint so listen to this music I'm a murderer slash cupid because I love the beat love the streets And the street love me so that's how its going be I stay in the hood I'm not Jon B Its Rambo I got an army, I sell weed and i got it on me On the block you can find me with a Glock and its shiny And I'm grimy I'll put a bullet in your head Then one in your leg so you can drop dead this is thug life like Pac said I spit clips and talk lead pop pop drop dead Come to your door knock knock (gun shots) you sh** talk Get hit with clip sparks or do a drive by with six darts I don't stop when the beef starts see me in the street and get robbed People die when I'm pissed off I got missiles that will lift off And put your body in a gift box, you can shoot back but you missed dog I gotta about nine lives, nine nines, but if you rap I got nine rhymes Ayy yo I think I'm past my time, pictures [Hook: XENO] These are photographic memories worth a thousand words From the blocks to the broken curbs Smoke exhaled from the herbs, pa**ed on from me to you I'm just me these are my memories Photographic memories worth a thousand words From the blocks to the broken curbs Smoke exhaled from the herbs, pa**ed on from me to you I'm just me these are my memories [Verse 2: XENO] Broken gla**es in the hallway the life we live is crazy Babies making babies These photographic memories of hard times plus the struggle sh** we been through strenuous thoughts and f**ed up issues Empty kleenex box on the floor full of tissue I hit the ses just to get through Smile photogenic often respected by the next man But haunted by my past, I walk the aves and hope to get up out the ghetto Switch lanes from the fast so I don't hydroplane and crash I lost my closest fam, the victim of the street life damn My memories are forever sealed in a frame adjacent to my bed Ghetto king please visualize everything I said A tear drop from the eye of sorrow Praying to the Lord for the sight of tomorrow What is it like when you can get smoked for a dollar that you borrowed It's a shame but these pictures in my brain Lead to my distant memories [Hook: XENO] [Verse 3: RAMBO] Crips and Bloods, p**y, b**hes and thugs Spliffs and d** This is only half of Rambo's math the other half is Bo's staff Better known as Bakdraff Yall don't want to feel the backlash I'm a blue collar with black cash, and stay in fatigues with a black mask And stay in the streets with the black ma** So many pictures I write rhymes so many scriptures I f** dimes, so many b**hes that its ridiculous I'm on a mission I ain't got no beef stop riffing And tell your girl stop b**hing I'll be over just listen Come here b**h