W.A.S.P. Lyrics

Album: Unknown

L.o.v.e. Machine Lyrics

Ha-ha, yeah 

Will I make it to see tomorrow 

Ain't no tellin 

This one right here, for all the riders 

No matter what side you on 

Peep game 

Welcome to the killing fields 

Nigga, the home of the G's 

Land of the nymphos and murderers 

Still G's and never C's 

Careful of what the jaw breakers 

Paper chase, parole piss test takers 

To make us all the roof makers 

Playas, best to keep your crew tight, and game in check 

Cuz haters it's getting harder and harder to protect 

I be peepin the animosity, how these niggas be watchin me 

Ready to catch me slippin so that they can cut the glock on me 

Gots to be clever, when now they grindin for your cheese 

Cuz when it be comin to drama, my city's under siege 

Watch who you're talkin to to, and keep your eyes on em 

Cuz the closest nigga to ya is the nigga with wise on em 

I rise on em, so now they label me a menace 

But they don't understand the wicked shit that I done witnessed 

187's, 211's to drivebys 

While most niggas divin for the Z-25, come on 

[Chorus:] 

Walk with me 

As we journey through the land of the C's and the B's 

And the crooked ass police 

Walk with me 

On this suicidal mission through the central 

We gots 44's for cresidentials 

Walk with me 

As we journey through the land of the C's and the B's 

And the coward ass police 

Walk with me 

On this suicidal mission through the central 

We gots 44's for cresidentials 

Now as I look to my riz-ight and to my liz-eft 

I see my siz-elf starin face to face with hisself 

Will I live to see my little one grow to be a G 

Like his daddy W from the dub S C (look at that) 

I keep the guts to keep the heat on ya 

And watch your enemies cuz they creep on ya 

Now when time comes around for my name to be called 

I'd rather die with it on me then not have it all 

Stalkin, walkin in my big blue Chucks 

They take this man, maddogin, ready to biz-ust 

Yeah I walk through the valley of late nighter homicide 

G riders into the makers of a buckin Impala 

How far will I make it 

Cuz I'm related, I know I'm highly hated 

Affiliated, tomorrow ain't promised so at night I pray 

I live to give it up for the hood another day 

[Chorus:] 

Walk with me 

As we journey through the land of the C's and the B's 

And the crooked ass police 

Walk with me 

On this suicidal mission through the central 

We gots 44's for cresidentials 

Walk with me 

As we journey through the land of the C's and the B's 

And the trigger happy police 

Walk with me 

On this suicidal mission through the central 

We gots 44's for cresidentials 

Drama more drama more drama more drama 

Niggas are goin crazy for this mother fuckin dollar 

I done seen em turn G's to snitches 

Browns to kissers, niggas like used to consider reel to reel bitches 

Niggas done switch-ded turn from killas to powder 

Bust up, I'm pumpin, crack and tore that ass up and 

Bitches I used to fuck in 96 

Is now turnin tricks for hits cuz they addicted to glass dicks 

Suckin niggas off for the green 

The ex-class felon notorious now the deadbeet queen 

Check out her body, take a look at how the crack took toll 

Went from being fine as hell to look at my guest or roll 

I'm swoll, a boss with a perm and a frown 

They say chicks don't run for witness partic a clown 

I'm tryin to stay strong and mantain my stroll 

But the neighborhood just ain't the same no more, uh-uh 

[Chorus:] 

Walk with me 

As we journey through the land of the C's and the B's 

And the crooked ass police 

Walk with me 

On this suicidal mission through the central 

We gots 44's for cresidentials 

Walk with me 

As we journey through the land of the C's and the B's 

And the scandalous ass police 

Walk with me 

On this suicidal mission through the central 

We gots 44's for cresidentials 

Uh, yeah, uh 

Mother fuckers better take heed 

Cuz love don't live here no more 

South Central L.A. 

The modern day plantation 

Where every nigga's guilty by affiliation