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lirik lagu teflon (memphis) - chapters & the verses

[verse 1: sweet talk]
all my days, i been a hustler, chasin’ bustas down the block
with a mask and a ruger, tryna [?dodge some?] crooked cops
constantly stangin’ when i’m hangin’
with them k!llers in my f~ckin’ hood
n~ggas better lock they doors when they journey through the wood
mane, it ain’t no fakin’, playa hatin’, we can’t tolerate
sissy snitchin’ b~tches get a tec put in they f~ckin’ face
i’m hangin’ with my n~gga murda one, we finna make a stang
ridin’ in the bucket, mothaf~ck it, just the hustle, mane
layin’ n~ggas down on the canvas, leave ’em bl~~dy red
cut ’em all to rest, but see
i stashed and stuffed his f~ckin’ head
cold hearted k!ller on that m’izz’ic, it’s whatever
lil sweet talk blastin’ b~tches, gettin’ my mentions from the devil

[hook: children of the corn]
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses

[verse 2: lil grimm]
demons creep, come with me, used to rep them alibis
[?] meet you home, and take the money
then bring them to me fire
my mind is goin’ mystic, like a choice to rest in peace
try and feel my body, take my soul into another species
havin’ fatal thoughts, yes, i’m lyin’ in my f~ckin’ bed
just tonight, just tonight, dancin’ with the f~ckin’ dead
yeah, you tough? i don’t give a f~ck
when the n~gga poppin’ slugs
get it to splurge, bustin’, lord know i won’t be [?] dug
just like chuckie, i’ma outweigh ‘gainst the f~ckin’ world
voodoo, castin’ spells, then your body starts to f~ckin’ burn
throw n~ggas down on the pavement, jump you, n~gga
then you meet yo death
low~down got the tec~9, shootin’ till there’s no one left
red dogg take care of his hog, roamin’ through the mist of fog
suicidal, there’s no idol, chapters of this ghostwriter
[hook: murda one]
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses

[verse 3: red dogg]
sittin’ in the dark room, candle lights are blastin’ bright
thinkin’ of a murder plot, take ’em to my stash spot
many bustas flodgin’, fake and trait, so i must make it better
k!ll a mothaf~cka, any time or any f~ckin’ weather
demons in my f~cking soul, d~mn, my body’s gettin’ cold
spirits constantly talkin’ to me
d~mn, i’m thinkin’ i’m havin’ a dream
cuz this psychopathic sh~t has got a n~gga goin’ insane
everywhere i go, some mothaf~cka wants to know my name
cuz i got that mothaf~ckin’ sign of death that’s on my chest
n~ggas might not know me well, lil’ b~tch, i’ll put yo ass to rest
k!ll a motherf~cker in a minute, don’t you try to run
stupid ass n~gga must forgot i got a f~ckin’ gun
redrum on my mind, so i grip my tec~9
blastin’ at you one more time, makin’ sure that you’ll be found
in a ditch, someone hurt, bloodied up in the dirt
n~gga, i’m a k!ller, and you know i’m on the f~ckin’ search
better run, better hide, better duck, cuz you f~cked
when i pull my nine miller meter, buck you with my slug
dead in yo f~ckin’ gut, where you know it hurts the most
d~mn, i was a k!ller ever since i was a young buck
now it’s time to slow it down, the n~gga’s know that i’m for real
kickin’ my pimpin’ like sweatin’ these b~tches
and dumpin’ them tri’zz’icks off in a punk ville
[hook: children of the corn]
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
argh

[verse 4: chi chi]
i’m havin’ bad dreams, i’m wonderin’ “what’s gon’ happen?”
visions of me shootin’ the dead, body constantly cappin’
i’m getting kind of bored, put you in the morgue
i takes a pregnant b~tch and chokes her with her umbilical cord
i’m havin’ crazy thoughts, i’m thinkin’ just like manson
pray to the lord yo soul to keep, and on yo grave, i’m dancin’
blood, brains, and f~ckin’ hearts, oh my gosh, i’m hungry
pass me a plate of fingers, fills me up, tummy yummy
my mama thinks i’m losin’ it, my brother wants me to die
i dip my blunt in sherm to get an extra high
the lord is my shepherd, i shall not warn
lead me through vesters while i smoke me blunt
flames all around me, i can’t be touched
the demons, they chase me, my nine starts to bust
evil lurks within my soul, demons got me under control
cocaine, p, has got me coked, d~mn, that murders got me bold
the omen, and murda one, we already planned the sh~t
cut yo f~ckin’ head off, put yo remains in a f~ckin’ ditch
all you smell is stench, from the bodies i had buried
very explanatory, mane, my backyard is my cemetery
westwood n~gga, natural born thug
tear yo torso from yo hips and throw you in my bathtub
evil lurks within me, once again i said it
peel yo f~ckin’ flesh off, and feed you to my pet rats
everything is cool, yo body’s lookin’ lovely
oh, i forgot to tell you, i like my blood bubbly
and after all the bloodshed, i shine my golds and comb my curl
chi chi, the omen, i’m straight from the underworld
[hook: children of the corn, chi chi]
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses (biddy bye bye)
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n~ggas, give the chapters and the verses

[verse 5: murda one]
as i walk into the valley, shadow of death journeyed along with me
there’s no lookin’ back, tortured, burnin’ for eternity
bodies with the flame, soul’s rise, darkness in my eyes
voices screamin’ “murder”
mystic thoughts, they got me hypnotized
chapters from bible, thou must be thou sins
demons, they ’round me, the devil’s my friend
lonely nights, i’m talkin’ to myself but voices interrupt
to burn to me to grab my glock, fill the clip and self destruct
satanic evil scriptures, i see pictures, heads in guillotine
bodies chopped in pieces, blame my murders on my bad dream
try out the revelations, i’m a crook, many lives, i took
unload the clip, i flip the script
and now it’s time to close the book

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