Evil Wayz (Intro) - GHXSTEYEZ

어두워져 가, 내 미래의 빛 치기 어린 사랑에 잃은 꿈의 길 내 야망의 독기 매일 칼을 갈았지 But 참을 수 없는 내 욕심에 칼은 무뎌져 알고 있어 다 이 사랑은 악마의 또 다른 이름, 손을 잡지 마 외쳤지만 저버렸지 내 양심을 날이 갈수록 느끼는 날카로운 현실들 현실에 찢겨 붉게 묻은 피들 생각 못했지 그 욕심이 지옥을 부르는 나팔이 될 지는 Breathe 숨이 차오르고 뒤틀린 현실에 눈 감는 매일 밤 울리는 비극의 오르골 But 이 죄를 벗기엔 그걸 잊는 게 당최 포기가 안돼, eh 그 입술이 너무 달콤했기에 연애에 취해서 버려진 미래 깨어나고 볼 땐, 이미 사방엔 지뢰 건드릴 수 없는 매서운 주위의 시선들 기적을 외쳐 이 현실에 (rewind) 미치도록 좋았지 달콤함에 중독된 병신 그래, 병신, 신, 신 놓치긴 싫었어 악마의 손길을 Too bad, but it's too sweet It's too sweet, it's too sweet Too bad, but it's too sweet It's too sweet, it's too sweet Too bad, but it's too sweet It's too sweet, it's too sweet Too bad, but it's too sweet It's too sweet, it's too sweet It's too evil It's too evil It's too evil Yeah, it's evil

Ima finger that puss make it gush up Kinda dick that can make a bitch shut up Kinda style that'll make a bitch blush up Can't believe i'm a crazy lil fuck up In my wayz ima stay being stuck up Can't stay sober i always be fucked up Really drugged up i can't hold my cup up I be toast on the scene when i pop up She wanna spend a night i'm like fasho She wanna fuck on the sheets on the floor Man you already know how it go On the low i think she know she a pro She on her toes Ride on her knees for a minute like, Woah Incredible I think that lil bitch a go She roll some woods better than my own bro Make it look easy, like a free throw Man this shit breezy if we take this shit slow Baby let's take this shit slow Don't wanna sound clingy but i want you mo Baby i'm wanting you mo Ima finger that puss make it gush up Kinda dick that can make a bitch shut up Kinda style that'll make a bitch blush up Can't believe i'm a crazy lil fuck up In my wayz ima stay being stuck up Can't stay sober i always be fucked up Really drugged up i can't hold my cup up I be toast on the scene when i pop up She wanna spend a night i'm like fasho

(I'd really like to use cash) I told all my haters "Bye", I told them hundreds "Hello" They like how I play it smooth, say I'm a clever fellow I got my nigga living lavish, he came from the ghetto I told my bro to stay up tall like he got on stilettos Stackin' up like Legos I got money now, so bitches acting like they prego Getting racks like Melo Know I got to stay on ten, I got to keep my head on She mad 'cause I done fucked her friend, she like, "You know you dead wrong" Damn, I gotta change my ways Now it's 60 on my neck, remember my chains was fake (ice, ice) 'Member back when times were hard, we prayed for better days But now I'm gettin' paid Now I'm bringin' home them racks, I'm fillin' up the safe Now I make like 30 bands, that's just to rock the stage I cut her off, now she on Instagram, she posting pictures listening to Rod Wave Man, ain't that a shame? She done showed me all her love, but I still did her wrong (mm-mm-mm) Even though I always try my best to do her right I always end up fuckin' up, girl, we ain't lastin' long I swear my brodie always keep it tucked, yeah, he gon' blast the chrome My niggas love it when I tell the plug to go and ship them P's My bitches love it when I take 'em home And fuck 'em to my songs (on God, it's no cap, no hat, real shit) Yeah, that's just how it be Niggas tryna ride my wave, I'm tryna ride the beat Bad bitch put on my scuba suit, I'm finna dive in deep Say you got paper, I believe in what my eyes can see For that money I be feenin', man I swear I need it They didn't think that I could do it, but I beat the odds Biggest Ski, bitch I'm the MVP, I think I'm undefeated (Ski) Yeah, nigga The Biggest Ski man Nah, not the lil one (Ski)

(Feat. Ice Cube) [Cube] Ha, Ha, Ha That's right nigga Southwest connection (straight up) Servin' more than peanuts bitch Niggas tryin' to stay rich [Mike] How many ways... can a killa get paid? [Mike] How many niggas want a gansta boogie I see the junkie in your eyes What do you see me when you see me A G in disguise Been hypmotized since '85 with gansta shit All you niggas get live and represent my click Got bits and pieces on my mind commin' together like lettuce Dear God protect us, cause we're mobbin' like Good Fellas Alias Carlion, maybe the war is on Prone to let my daughter live rich before she's grown If I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villian Chillin' with millionares, ex-killers, and set-trippers My murderous complex begin to hit 'cha Slip ya worse than New Jersey Drive niggas Cause I'm in a Rush to bust straps like mack-10's When I'm strapped in A '95 Impala Breakin' like Vegas for my dolla While I'm commin' like a hundred miles and gunnin' who gonna test The southwests connect when it ain't shit you possess Yes we got the endo Splurgin' in Benzo Turnin' virgins to nymphos Look what 'cha in fo A 'G thats gonna let his khakis sag Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, franch braids and rags Byatch [Chorus X2] How many wicked wayz, can a gansta' get his pays When he's trapped in a maze [Cube] I represent the phrase that says crime pays Bitches can we fuck, niggas' can we blaze [Cube] I treat bitches like puppies I got a plate full of guppies Appropriate dish for the big fish Niggas' rich They have my straps Women with gaps Now they wanna' sit in my laps and listen to raps But no Heard a nigga' tight named Mr. Mike Had to catch a flight, its only right Stepped of the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper Killa was the caper Lets make some paper [Mike] See we can't get enough of this gansta' shit Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta' click Lets take riches Witness two niggas' dome in the killa' zone Bring your killa' chrome Cause we headed to the terror dome Some niggas' never make it home As long as you got your front I got your back, its on like that And like this Let the weed blow, cause all you G's know Who got the wickedess flow The criminiminals [Chorus X2] [Cube] Say What Niggas' wanna' short my cuts Say what Niggas' wanna' check my nuts How you sound Ganstas' make the world go 'round Guppies bow down I'm with some killas' from H-town Chase his ass down to Atlanta, GA Find out where he stay Locate my gate Catch him in the hall Make his ass call And then I want ya'll to kill cousin's and all (Ha, Ha, Ha) They won't believe all the heat I bring From Palm Springs Niggas in line to catch the ring Of the dyin' Keepin' it calm, so talk slow Cause you'll never know When I'm ready to blow I'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips Make a lot of cookies filled with chocolate chips The Westsides always been down with the South With Suave mother fuckin' House [Chorus x4]