Flesh-n-bone - The Silence Isn't Over Lyrics
Chorus:The silence isnt over, but the flesh decrepitateNo time to hestitate, anticipation, much to be doneAnd it dont matter when you comeReally dont matter where youre fromWont matter where you run[flesh-n-bone]Flesh breakin em down, hittin them upBottom line with your businessYou gotta get a spot to handle itNigga, no slackin, lackin, me trackinMe ? is my best friendm theres my best friendAnd I really cant serve and swerve and henesseySeepin down the side of the (cherokee jeep)See the track in the back, strap cause them double double shotsThen, niggas goes (home) to get the ? when about the blockShoot the spot, but put the muzzle on the kids who tried toOh, I think he better not start (hurt) shit on the double glock, dangerousMy niggas wanna have fun with you, man, and they perfect stalkers searchinSnatchin up strangers, anyoneNone remaining, I get em all finishedNiggas, wanna hear silence, makin me ? , ***** it, set (pilliows) on fireThought it was over, niggas never the silenceIm on the rise with a gun here I comeNiggas aint no mutha*****in where to runFin to get you some of this redrum, find nowhere to hideWell, even though you tried, they got your body numbDone, done, done, till it be one nine ninety nine, crime iFind and then a niggas reap and cath your people by surpriseDrapped in a hoody, would you rather spared then snatch your life?You still gonna pay the price, and I just might go pick up a knife and sliceAnd Ill pick off any whos ? , til your enemy deadWe gon meet youm get my gun and trick or treat you with the bullets that fledAnd to show you its not ? , I go to beat youChorus[flesh-n-bone]A niggas been flippin scripts over and over in the pastFrom the wasteland made up of heartless soldiersIf you really bold enough, shot it, and I might blow up, rippin apart theyShouldersGo on, but the darkness rosed up, my people trippinIf you late to pay my money back on timeAnd you better drop a dime or get *****ed upAnd your people wont find it all funnyWell, then if you caught in the act, and you dead wrongEver had to get dealt with, gimme a ny lil reason or purposeTo pack a slug right in his head; hit itPain, no doubt that felt it, ***** up his health quickShit, but at least it be my honorEver now and then a nigga felt like he had to hit em like Im jefferey dahmerBut yet Im ready for battle, so get my armor, comin for youThinkin to get you, nigga wig-split youWhat a pretty full blue moonOn the streets to get bodies soonAnd I thought that we miss youEvery night we actin foolBetter move yourself a little quickerFast, and if ya thought youd get caught up in a wrathNo place to go stash what he left for meBurner, hot incinerator, gotta em burnt to ashtil he nothin but dust, Im gonna keep bustin, from cussinMurda lets them pull triggersAll of my niggas are deviousWhat, you really trust a family full of gravediggas?Takin no slaves, neither no prisonersHere, there, gotta get em all finishedAnyone brave? I bet that you shiver, probably wet your pantsEvery chance flesh get em all diminishedChorus[flesh-n-bone]Stand up and at ease, about face, soldierMy troops come swoopin through to do the shootinRefuse to cross me, punk took a loss, gDidnt cost me, Ill be damnedNow toss me the mossy slam and the shells(so the wind burn, saw a tint of light)? , we spill em, tamin foolsI load up my barrel, insane, whos to blame?Flesh deck, at they chest, oh no, wont show none mercyBetta run off in the hearse, ? have cursed on those who wanna hurt meYou feelin it worst, feelin up far, feelin with the fifth dawgHear the niggas triggers peel em, off in the coffinChalk around em white, bloody redAfta maff, nigga, thats your assBuckin with the boss in from cleveland, and achievinGoes on the west for heavens sake I sayYes, he created me, made me, reach for my pistol (gunshot)And wonder where the demons clear my pathReceivin that bullet path hit when I blast yaAnd the niggas ? will outlast yaCreepin on ah mo come ups inflict for mo cashGet him, gone, but wanna bring it on?Do you really, huh?No, just take a long fall in the bottomless pitAs they see eternal droppin downAnd hit that ground, murda mo ya, enforcerForcin your so sure were under sure not to call it war with warriorsStories of fleshAnd I got you eye-to-eye without a sign of death for the most of yaChorus
