Letra Silence[featuring Graveyard Shift ] de Krayzie Bone original

Krayzie, Sin, and Tombstone:Thug Mentality 1999


-Refrain-
Silence(Silence) is nessecary/ Don't tell them who you are
Sin
Formulate a different tactic/ Let's sing anthems/ No stereotypical categorizin'/
Rising 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 and good
Health/ Done played out
The wickedest hand man has ever dealt/ I felt like dyin' just the other day 'cause
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 more 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
-Refrain-
Krayzie
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 paranoya from the
Indo?
Then 'cause I thought, then I another thought; run and get the pump, 'Who goes
There?
What the fuck you want?' 'cause I done off that bud and I'm a buck a muthafucker
Down, You on my ground
So you got another round/ All of the sudden I heard a crash, my first instincts
Was to blast
But the Mossberg didn't last so I had to dash/ Run upstairs, I was frantic and
Paniced
But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop/ I was runnin' but I
Could hear the sounds
Comin'/ I don't know, they must think I got some money, AK-47 and a Mac-11/ Jet
Into the bedroom, lock myself
In, the clip is 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 I get, and hit
The niggas up from head to toe
A nigga escapin' but I was out the window/ Here I go, I hit the ground 'Uh',
Then I look around
Shake the fall, hopped in the Benz and hauled/ Call in my niggas let's get ready
For war, I think I
Killed 'em all, but I know they'll be sendin' some more/ So when they come back
Around I say we
Show 'em that 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...
-Refrain-
Tombstone
Fight, movin' in the night (Watch out!) Daylight, takin' slow paces might outrun
The race
Never want to 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 that 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 fucked shit/ That's why silence is necessary/ Don't tell 'em who
You are by far
Don't you tell them who you are
-Refrain-