InLovingMemory - BONES

Walk up in your spot and block and turn it to a grave

Put them drugs up in my face and watch me turn into a slave

Every day, every chance I get I take on the stage

In my grave, either way I’m gettin' paid

Humans like to speak on me and put the smile up on my face

Ear to ear, I’m who they fear, they know I bloody up the place

Grip that pistol with precision, end up in court, yeah, all my bitches dead,

dead

Like I’m filmin'

«Ooh, ooh,"what they singin'

BONES keep kickin', fuck it up, rippin', got time to show no sympathy

Men in Black, don’t remix it, I want him to remember me

Punch into a different beat, the dead is in the infantry

I’m spittin' like an infant, baby, AK on my hip, it hit

This old CD on my hip, bitch, I don’t stop until I hit

Them forty-six's on me flip and now everybody but fifty

So here, I went in by your bed, I need to simmer down

Sittin' on it, come with me, we can hear that pistol sound

Sittin' on it, come with me, we can hear that pistol sound

Sittin' on it, come with me, we can hear that pistol sound