Tekster:
Blade Don T See The Signs

ain't here to play, we're here to slay, you better pray You can bring Robocop, Terminator, Superman, Batman But none of them could handle this madman [chorus] You don't see

cause f-ck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it What difference it make? What it take to get it through your thick skulls As if this aint some bullshit People don't

on me I see this rap shit ain't brought me nathin but a 50 couple of mo hoes and major playa hatin a nigga can't win for losin I'm might be choosin

'll fire Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire I'm all tangled up, cut, cut, cut, slit, slit, cut, cut You don't love me, I really don't care Tie

increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces Don't worry about the weed or pussy, I read books I'm liable to mate'cha king with three rooks You see

my teeth I chew that meat up I really don't give a fuck I do that heat 'um up while leak up Slices of N I N E, S T R A N G E Get off tonight yo hit the

't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin' And if I hit one time, she's limpin' And if he trick one dime, he's simpin' 'Cause we don't do it like that over

war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don't fear if you hear

the shit out of any one Of your artists whatever the label Y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table And I don't give a fuck, Sheek