SILENCE

[Young-j]

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lyrics is you got'em.thanks

[Mouse]

-Chorus-Sin-
Silence(Silence) is nessecary; Don't tell them who you are

-Sin- Formulate a different
tactic/ Let's sing anthems/ No stereotypical categorizin' risin' 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 in 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 mo' 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

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-Krayzie Bone- 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
paranoia from the indo? Then goes a thump, then another thump; Run and get the pump
"Who goes there? What the fuck you want? Cuz I'm done off that bud and I'm a buck a
motherfucker down!" You on my grounds, hope you got enough of rounds/ All of a sudden, I
heard a crash/ My first instincts was to blast, but the Mossberg didn't last so I had to dash/
Ran upstairs, I was frantic and panicked but I managed to make it to the top to my artillery
shop/ I was runnin' but I could hear the soldiers comin'/ I don't know, they must think I got
some money/ AK-47 and a Mac-11/ Jet into the bedroom, locked myself in, the clip was in/
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 begin, it hit the niggas up from head to toe/ Only escapin’ now was
out the window, here I go/ I hit the ground (Uh!) Then I looked around, shook the fall, hopped
in the Benz and hauled/ Callin' my niggas, let's get ready for war/ I think I killed 'em all, but I
know that they’ll be sendin' some more/ So when they come back around, I say we show
'em 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

-Sin- Silence (Silence)


-Tombstone- Fight! Movin' in the night/ Daylight, take a slow pace, might outrun the
race/ Never wanna 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 they 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 function/ That's
why silence is necessary, don't tell 'em who you are by far/ Don't you tell them who you are


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