Songtext:
Krayzie, sin, and tombstone:thug mentality 1999 Klebefolien Druck
-refrain- Silence(silence) is nessecary/ don't tell them who you are Sin Formulate a different tactic/ let's sing anthems/ no stereotypical categorizin'/ Rising above all Make-shift realities/ fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men/ they Cough as lungs inhale Exhale poisonous gases/ oh well, i guess i'll just protect myself and good Health/ done played out The wickedest hand man has ever dealt/ i felt like dyin' just the other day cuz Satan was tryin' Walkin' too close by my side/ stay still; please don't move! your soul you could Lose/ no cryin' Where's my blood? you'll find out soon enough/ all right, i'll ride/ in due Time, we'll get our chance To die/ hold on to my mind/ no use for guns or drugs, need more love/ but, yet, And still Slugs gets fired off constantly/ immorally destroyin' my holy oracle, but i just Ignore it though Keep a steady pace, just movin' slow, slow, just movin' slow -refrain- Krayzie As i sit in my livin' room, chillin' in my thug mood/ i begin to hear noises Comin' from the other room So i pause my nintendo, then i walk over to the window/ is it paranoya from the Indo? Then cuz i thought, then i another thought; run and get the pump, "who goes There? What the fuck you want?" cuz i done off that bud and i'm a buck a muthafucker Down, you on my ground So you got another round/ all of the sudden i heard a crash, my first instincts Was to blast But the mossberg didn't last so i had to dash/ run upstairs, i was frantic and Paniced But i managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop/ i was runnin' but i Could hear the sounds Comin'/ i don't know, they must think i got some money, ak-47 and a mac-11/ jet Into the bedroom, lock myself In, we couldn't see 'em/ teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob/ they fin To slip on the job soon as they twist on the knob, just like i figured when they Twisted it The ak-47 was hot, i had to drop it, but i emptied it/ the mac-11 i get, and hit The niggas up from head to toe A nigga escapin' but i was out the window/ here i go, i hit the ground "uh", Then i look around Shake the fall, hopped in the benz and hauled/ call in my niggas let's get ready For war, i think i Killed 'em all, but i know they'll be sendin' some more/ so when they come back Around i say we Show 'em that rappin' don't mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is your Grave/ rest in peace You're not feelin' me/ truly mr. leatherface, i dedicate this... -refrain- Tombstone Fight, movin' in the night (watch out!) daylight, takin' slow paces might outrun The race Never want to rely on murda/ enter my life, but life's so strange and hectic/ All backwards/ it's Shelled/ the killin' factor in jail/ the streets is hell/ you can tell by the Smell/ off with his head Oh well! you know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the Same/ it's a shame How they watch you, stalk you; pinnin' every step i make, knowin' every breath i Take/ makin' it easy For the next man to get his hands on a 38/ they be buckin' on niggas in these Last days, but thanks For the fun/ can't stay focused, causin' ruckus/ the devil done played with the Earth like a puppet Now we all in fucked shit/ that's why silence is necessary/ don't tell 'em who You are by far Don't you tell them who you are -refrain-
