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Ese 40'z - Black Widow

Download Single Song Or Whole Album On Itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/bb/album/for... Download Single Song Or Whole Album On Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Those-Who-Dont-... Artist: Ese 40'z Song: Black Widow Album: For Those Who Don't Know Year: 2014 Lyrics "Black Widow" (Ese 40'z Verse One) I got a head with no marbles, hanging by a screw kamikaze pilot, with a forty ounce of brew in my left hand, blunt's in the right one pen and paper meet... white sheet blank, about to write some mothafuckin lyrics, out the ghetto and the poverty cold brew and spirits, are the clearest like they ought a be in the winter time, when it's freezing like a bitch is when the gas is getting shut off and I'm wishing I was rich...now What will I do? I gotta eat and pay the bills... gotta find a way to hustle, stack some money with these skills that I drop on these tracks, so motha fuck a noosed rope cuz I'm never looking back and even though at times I'm broke I'm a keep pushing through, you know life in the gang people killing, slangin, dying, prison, fool it's all the same I'm trying to rise out this cell and... crack through the casket back from the dead, with my head fully blasted a four cornered room, with a saint candle lit trying to brighten up my tomb, but no religion in this shit by the flame.... writing tales, of war stories forgotten the times in the past, when the reaper was brought in to do what he do best and reap all the souls with a scythe full of sickness and creep on the foes I'm a spit what I see, may be graphic in nature so listeners advise, bout these words off my paper (Black Widow Chorus) (2X) I got so many rhymes... and not enough time bout a pull the blinds... and put the barrel to your mind like "Boom...Boom", and I still ain't done yet those were just my lyrics, I ain't even pulled my gun yet (4X) Caught up in the web like, right up in the middle I tell em life's a bitch, just another black widow (Ese 40'z Verse Two) Pigs on my case, took my brand new "Chuck T's" blood spatter patterns, on my kicks, mothafuck "FREEZE!!!" I was bout to run... when the pig pulled his piece put my face in the dirt, in my back with his knees...so now in the patrol car, I sat there staring at a corpse in the street, like I couldn't get no air in to my brain, cuz I never saw no brains that scattered all on the road, it was strange in fact cuz it stayed in my head, even though they cut me loose I had dreams of the dead, out their graves running loose...and even to this day, although I've seen so many more...Ahh never will forget, the first dead body in a war for my soul for your soul, demons carry out the contracts hit spirit ghouls, plotting evil making contact on the.. first.. verse, I open up with the intro on the second one, I'm droppin chapters out the mental if I live to see the third, well then I guess we'll see some closure but that's only if I make it, with these these devils on my shoulder riding locc'd through the streets, with the crooks and the convicts dark alley beats, fatal hooks... on some bomb shit bumping out the speakers, as they light another wet, "Kool" smoke on the breeze, dippin with a cigarette...and now to finish off the night, with a light to catch em flashing more... lyrics there to write, straight out the gutta fully smashing (Black Widow Chorus) (Ese 40'z Verse Three) I'm yelling "Fuck The World!!!", so let the proof off... and fuck hate trying to take your chances in my hood... and getcha luck raped twenty eight candles, that I'm burning... till they blow me out fuck my enemies and all the fakes who say they know me now never walked my shoes, when I was strolling through them gutta blox panos and tattoos.. and A-K forty seven stutter shots ringing through my ears, off when the pin just hit the primer now the pen go hit the paper, with these lyrics and I'm tryna... make it through some shady times, and try to get the "C.R.E.A.M." cash... ruling everything, around my mothafuckin' dreams when I wake up in the morning and I look into the mirror put the razor to my dome, and plot and scheme on a conspiracy to make a chunk of change, with some help or by myself always caught up in the flames, on a struggle for some wealth on these cold blocks, hard knocks, take em to the shard spots hit em up and serve em, with the shit that leave em scarred thoughts belly of the beast, as I scribble in my journal round four, ninth circle, rolling deep in the inferno with a plan to keep on flowing till... hell freezes over muerte winds'll keep on blowing, while I'm living anti-sober with the pisto on my breath, empty bottles on the table as I crack another chela, while I'm turning up the radio gloomy beats and shady streets, now let me take you to my habitat where people duck from all the shots... and then resort to grab a gat (Black Widow Chorus)