King of Hearts

[Verse 1] This is how it's going down Mechanic Motown So sleazy It ain't easy being cheesy Used to be my boo-boo Now ya just doo-doo Milky brown like a Yoo-Hoo Once upon a time did a crime in America With the 17-shot Glock Austria Plus crush burn a hole in my new fashion Blaze it pedal to the metal mashin' Down 7 M-I-L-E, helly Picked up another bitch straight to the telly Bitch booty butter soft like a Pelle Plus hush crush sticky green of the smelly Straight bombin on niggas like an Israeli Rarely playin this game of life fairly Merrily merrily life is but a dream In my nightmare my boat rows down a bloody stream Infrared beams follow me wherever I go At night close my eyes, total dark as The Crow Triple 6 got me wishing I was Heaven sent The East Side is hell, ho That's where I represent Bloody money got my life unfolding Shit's startin' Niggas go crazy like Martin I'm out my mind in this bitch on the daily For the dogs looking at me foaming at the mouth with rabies I got a message for the thugs Get plugged Get your grave dug Get your bloody body drug You know my title is: Suicidalist With the chrome in my fist I don't miss It's the E to the S to the H-A-M And I heard you tell somebody you was hatin' him But the simple fact is you can't relate to them Nigga's cash come quicker than an ATM Way too grim Bitch get smacked with the TEC-9 When I holla out real life, best respect mine Crime is life, and life is crime But what would life be without a Reel Life rhyme Niggas Ahead of Time And Space Can't be erased Or replaced With more shit to face Dead body after dead body Case after case Still keep the toolie tucked down in my waist For the radio disc jock I might pop 17 in ya body til ya fall off the charts Cause the trigger gots no heart King of hearts King of hearts (Violin playing)