Texty:
Vision Don T Sound The Alarm

we say, Things that we do, and we don't know why There are some things that We just have to let go Don't sound the alarm Don't give us away Between

Don't sound the alarm Don't give us away Between you and I Is where it should stay I won't confide I won't give in, I won't defy I won't break down and

my flood street Only difference now is that I'm on my feet And I don't sell dope no mo' Don't rob no mo' Mane a nigga don't plot no mo' Cause I'm performing

songs, shitty snares and one kick I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit You can make a double album, won't have one hit Your entire outfit

me and you will suffer my wrath. [Buddha Monk] It's assassination day, so the devil now prays That the bombs from this God don't sound no alarms Now

near me we rush 'em Visions of over packed prisons million's of **** thug living Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's Move without a sound

me we rush 'em Visions of over packed prisons Million's of niggaz thug living Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh) Move without a sound

syntax Ever since it been on wax And that's the facts, believe it, don't mislead it And don't do the shit if you don't need it And that's real, you might

cause my speaker box the biggest trunk sound like a midget tryna get up out of there 15's stay hittin we be coming from a distance out of everbodys vision it don't