Son of the Moon Lyrics

C'in a gangsta is in my nature

To the challenge I've risen

Although my soul's in the hands of the creature

In my sweeper home to a ferocity

A merciless cartridge of 9mm animosity

Bodies autopsy with a manic focus

On a target that's marked with death

They swarm like metallic locusts

Shoot down like a ravenous animal

Shell lie on the ground

When you do a sidewind on an avenue

It's all business you'll never be a freind to me

These streets taught me

To never sleep in bed with an enemy

In a den of snakes

A loaded gun, my only guardian

Street controlling while y'all niggas is dancing and partying

Army around me, never question my allegiance

You paying blood when you in debt to the circle of heathens

Give us a reason to put your posse under the soil

My team is loyal, gun oil, beef gets broiled

Sittin' In a passenger seat of a Jag

Under me is an Ingram

And on my lap is a couple of mags

Pump poison, I'll hole I'll throw your boys in a drug war

Feel the slug war

For my squad, I'm dying a thug for

Local drug lord

Transitioning riches from rags

Benefactors are manufacturers of body bags

By my strip, I'm being controlled

It's the streets, my salvation

A threshold to my doom

Headed for hell, my sons of the moon

It's the streets, my salvation

A threshold to my doom

Buisness ain't settled at the round table

It's settled by a Russian made

Assault rifle in a brown sable

Danger i flirt with it

Got my eyes on my enemies

And friends so a casket

I'm not the first in it

The narcs wanna grab our team badly

My gun exploding is similar to July 4th

Grand finale's, fire in his denali

A face shot like Mary Kay

Niggas surrounding him

Singin' joints my Mary J

God is revenge

I'm a warrior who fears for Nathan

I follow orders directly out the mouth of Satan

Runnin' with pros

I'm ruthless and dealin' with foes

Till my coffin close

Corpses under a rose

By my strip, I'm bein' consumed

It's the streets, my salvation

A threshold to my doom

Headed for hell, my sons of the moon

It's the streets, my salvation

A threshold to my doom

Young hustler

From the corners where the volvers blast

Black gloves, H-K's

Robbere mask controlling of my turf

Like an alert Doberman

As time sifts, my team in a hole

I throw the Cobras hate bein' sober

Around niggas, I know I'm a loner

No one to trust, plus my time here is almost over

This strip is drug hungry, so I C-came a supplier

Tripplin' profits, with baking soda and a little fire

Jump in a Lex and converse with a general

buy a package of yay that ell' definitely get you time in the Federal

Shine like an emerald

Niggas like me one in a billion

I'm a soldier

In the midst of you, mark civilians

World we really in

Niggas escape through euphoria

From the sound of weapons that roar

Like the ultimate warrior

You say I did it

Don't make me ruger your fitted

You bein' PC in certain hell's where I bidded

Windows tinted

Wiyh none the drug money splitter

This street is my court, and to my court I'm committed

On my strip, I'm being consumed

Is the streets my salvation

Or threshold to my doom

Headed for hell with my sons of the moon

Is the streets my salvation

Or threshold to my doom

On my strip, I'm being consumed

Is the streets my salvation

Or threshold to my doom

Headed for hell with my sons of the moon

Is the streets my salvation

Or threshold to my doom

And I'll be forever

Commander

I got a small army behind me

And when we hit

We hit hard, we hit hard, we hit hard

We hit hard, we hit hard, we hit hard, we hit hard

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