Pictures

[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 shit 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, passed 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, passed on from me to you I'm just me these are my memories [Verse 2: XENO] Broken glasses in the hallway the life we live is crazy Babies making babies These photographic memories of hard times plus the struggle Shit we been through strenuous thoughts and fucked 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, pussy, bitches and thugs Spliffs and drugs 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 mass So many pictures I write rhymes so many scriptures I fuck dimes, so many bitches that its ridiculous I'm on a mission I ain't got no beef stop riffing And tell your girl stop bitching I'll be over just listen Come here bitch