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x raided - eternally unforgiven كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
bloc star, bloc star
bloc star, bloc star, bloc star
yeah, grown mans music b-tch
bloc star, bloc star, bloc star
yeah, grown man music

[hook]
long as the world is spinnin
whether i’m dead or livin
i’ll be hated forever, eternally unforgiven
for all the times i commited sins
misery never ends
havin visions of the flames my soul will be burnin in
i’ll be turnin in my grave, unable to find peace
with people prayin that i rest in grief
let it be
long as the world is spinnin
whether i’m dead or livin
i’ll be hated forever
eternally, eternally unforgiven

[verse 1]
while pregnant with me
mama rubbed her stomach at night
when i was born
she said she knew i would be somethin in life
mama told me i was a gift to the whole world
cause she pushed me out and had a nut
that made her toes curl, yeah
she said look at his pretty eyes
what a beautiful smile
he’s a bouncing baby boy
what a beautiful child and he hardly ever cried
so cute and peaceful
until he turned 16 and started shootin people
now he’s murderin innocent folks and bangin his gang
garden blocc loc’s, deuce-four
slangin his caine, schemin to it hide from mama
believin the drama is painful
a demon in the streets
at home he’s mama’s little angel
i’m the opposite of nas
nefarious, x-raided
i’m h-ll’s son
till god’s kingdom or h-ll comes
i’ll drop bombs
i’m the sp-wn, lucifer in my mom
blocstar entertainment.com, welcome
it was 1991 when i came to the game
and i was ill before cypress hill was insane in the brain
let me explain the real
give you a little history about the siccness
and what it was really meant to be
now what it meant to me
it was gangsta, sh-t so pure
it was sick with no cure, literally
wasn’t no middle with me
and to spit it, you had to live it, represent it with me
hear the genisis, reminisce with me
the trinity in the beginning
it was sicx, lynch and me
lynch was in the gardens
sicx stayed in the middle of the creek
when i was freestylin to dr. dre instrumental beats
i was rhymin about car chases and nines sprayin clips
when scarface was a geto boy and his mind was playin tricks
when pac was doin the humpty dance with digital underground
i was bangin blocc crip, puttin n-gg-roes underground
by the time i met sicx
i was sick with the spits
he introduced me to lynch
we started producing the hits
that “n-gg-z in black ep” and endangered “n-gg- deep”
in 1991 we hit the streets in sicx’s caprice

[verse 2]
south sacremento, california
garden blocc, on florin rd. in the tower records parkin lot
we hit the neighborhoods where n-gg-z like to spark the glocks
and if they hated, stomped ’em out if they was hard or not
and i was 16, havin wicked and sick dreams
and witnessin crips schemes on missions to get cream
seein apartment managers evictin indigent fiends
whose kids will never know what legitimate innocent means, scream
elicited by sick scenes
it was live and explicit and as vivid as visions on split screens
in the cadillac apartments on stockton & riza way
where old man from pj was slangin 3 ki’s a day
where all the g’z would stay when they came to sac from east l.a.
and all the g’z would say that i would be a g someday
cause i was down for the gun play
raised and squeezed the k
and instead of savin me
mama getting on her knees to pray
when brotha lynch told me to chill
sicx told me deal
the homie c-bo told me to get scrill for studio time
the only homie in the crew to ever tell me the real was big tony
he told me to be true to the rhymes
but i was youthful and blind
black market gave me a deal
told me to build but homie i was out of my mind
j-dogg and slim handed me nines and they trained me to kill
and that’s what i did, the truth is deeper than you can define
why should i lie when it’s evil and the truth is divine?
i don’t write fiction, n-gg-
all i do is shoot from the mind
my addictions to benjamins, liquor, cars and chronic
f-ckin b-tches when i should have been at enharmonic layin vocals
instead of runnin the streets sprayin the .44
what can i say? forgive me god, i was just loco
i heard j-dogg was murdered by the meadowview bloods
n-gg-z hit their hood at 2 in the morning to settle it cuzz
kicked the door down, pitch black, entered the house
saw it on the news the next night
injured a spouse, died at the scene
cried and screamed the night that i’d seen all the reports
somebody’s mama died
in the course of gang bangers seekin revenge
c-ckin them hammers, it was a woman, a grandma
shot in her pajamas, arrested at trial
god, i was just a child
with a talent to rhyme because god blessed the child
it was an accident, an absolute tragic event
didn’t even know she was dead ’til after the hit
i could never kill a n-gg-z mama, man
they’re all that we’ve got
i swear to god, on the blocc
i did not fire that shot
but i’m responsible, so i accept responsibility
i’m a product of society and my moms stability
rather the lack there of
i’d sacrifice my life
and give anything to be able to go back there, cuzz
to reverse the slug, reverse the spurts, even if it hurts
god, reverse the blood and reverse the he-rs-
god, reverse the curse and rebirth the her
i mean it all, i didn’t even have to rehe-rs- a verse
screamin lord forgive me
all the bangin that i did
hey, all of the pain that i inflicted as a kid
hey, judgment day
consider this before you curse me
i was only a child, so lord have mercy
forgive me, all the bangin that i did
hey, all of the pain that i inflicted as a kid
on my judgment day
consider this before you curse me
i was only a child, so lord have mercy

[talking]
when i was a child, i thought as a child
when i became a man, i put away childish things
ya heard, no more games, man
bloc star, homie
no more games

- x raided

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