Raymond 1969

[Verse 1] They say the gangsta's back, gave God a heart attack Red eye insomniac, let's get this fucker live Loading up pistols while getting high Forty-five nines who smoke and sending nickels and dimes My little nigga 12, said he with it, yeah Gave him a sherm stick and watched him while he hit it Soon as he lit it, cuz was finished, now cock back the gat Leave the mask and gloves, let's get to business But they worried 'bout Osama Kill the bitch nigga and get his family mañana Didn't get a comma, nor a cent, for the karma Just an imaginary stripe, so he can hold his head in honor Zombieland, a bunch of dead men walking Living abortions, they oughta raise the price on coffins They fucking make a killing, but I ain't dying up in prison Fully-loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling [Hook] Money-money, hoes, clothes, nigga that's all we know (On my mom and 'em) Murder-murder, kill get your fucking cap peeled (I put that on my mom and 'em) Fear around here, I smell death around here (On my mom and 'em) Don't be snooping 'round here, get dogged around here (I put that on my mom and 'em) [Verse 2] They say 2012 the world gon' end Shit it been over since Raymond recruited soldiers 1969 evolution of devils time Ain't walking up in no shrine shit, I'm living a life of crime Pops never gave a chance my mom crying She can see it in my eyes, I lost my mind Sneaking out the window with angel dust in my Indo Keys to her ignition new mission ya better limbo Fire pits let to eject I hardly miss Nigga ditch sleep on my dog ain't that a bitch? And I ain't on my Odd Future tip But snatch a nigga intestines from his nose and tell his ass to shit But they worry 'bout Osama Blood and Crip niggas lifetime of Jeffery Dhamer Flashy for the moment I'm on it I pop your collar Suicidal ain't fucking with these young wild connivers, we rivals [Hook] [Verse 3] Didn't learn to much in school But out I learned some shit, 36 a kilo 28 grams a zip Pot brownies and white cookies Cops'll pat me down but won't touch on my girls tooshi Fuck they sent the lady cop they tryna book me All else fails balloon packs tampon that pussy Back to the set to laugh about it and get it off Lobster tails and butter sauce same clothes still a boss On a mothafuckin' robbing spree Probably be televised, bitch I want the world to see Now you dumb fuckers heard of thee Sickest nigga out I found out that blood's burgundy But they worry 'bout Osama 9/11 passengers ain't seen this type of drama Vietnam wars I'm sending copper galore Bodies hit the floor God knows I'm playing lord for sure [Hook] [Outro] Make money, make money-money-money Take money, take money-money-money Make money, steal money-money-money Kill money, my money-money-money