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Artist: Ese Forties & Lazy Blue Devil
Song: Artesia's Playing Tricks On Me
Album: Hate Proof
Year: 2013
-Lyrics-
"Artesia's Playing Tricks On Me"
(Intro-Ese 40'z)
I sit all blown in my dark cornered room...Staring at shadows...Yeah...
They'll play tricks on you if you let em...Spit that shit homie...
(Lazy-Verse 1)
Mornings can't sleep that's why I drink
just to think I'd catch an enemy trying to creep
I don't smoke shit but they think I'm on it
this is the shit that keeps motherfuckers haunted
the streets of Artesia are a motherfuckin curse
when shit looks better is when shit gets worse
the law is a bitch and so is the streets
down for the toon fuck what a mutt speaks
the world is too rough no mercy on the weak
stayed up for days fuck smoking on tweek
insomnia high and I can't come down
that's the way it is up in the txtown
drinkin on the pisto so I can feel numb
so if I ever got shot I wouldn't feel none
living on my block will make you use some
drink or do drugs so you better use one
Artesia plays tricks and the streets are raw
3rd street south side mothafuck em all
hard as fuck to grew up where I grew
you got robbed, you got shot, then your ass was through
I thought you knew...
like my homie 40'z told me
Artesia's playing tricks on me...
(Ese 40'z Verse 1)
At night there's no sleep
glass pipes keep burnin
on another evil night
keep tossin and turning
like the homeboy doughboy said
on another wicked track
gotta watch em where they creep
ain't nobody cutting slack
I got a few screws loose
in the mind of a hate proof
psycho villian soldier
on my grind spitting straight truth
the feds creep and they fishin for a bust
in the belly of the beast ain't no love and ain't no trust
I got a one way ticket to get burned to ashes
ain't no layin in the ground I don't need no casket
dealin with these ill thoughts I clutch my weapon
cuz there's no peace through the land where the blue devil's steppin
fuck a product of betrayal backstabbin and snakes
up on another ghetto tale while we blast on them fakes
enemies on the creep betta post tonight
up in the front five deep until it's close to light
thinking homicidal plots 30 rounds with the clip in
bowls burning hot bout a pull another mission
and through all the stress I hit the brew and just say blitz homie
shit... artesia's playing tricks on me...
(Lazy Verse 2)
Grew up around drugs and it ain't no joke
where the fiends and gees both die in the smoke
seen a lot of homeboys turn to the drugs
seen a lot of fools turn punk turn thugs
just kick back drink a brew on the block
barely three o'clock and somebody got shot
pigs made arrests but they have no names
this is how it is when Artesia plays games
read it on the paper or wait for the news
everybody knows you fuck up you pay dues
you either use drugs or you make that money
mutts wanna rap now but ain't that funny?
I keep kickin that straight old school funk
livin like a sucio I don't give a fuck
cuz in these times you can't be a punk
or end up in the back of my homeboy's trunk
where I'm from we don't play that shit
catch a mutt banger and check that bitch
this is true life and the shit gets real
and how you live could get your ass killed
fuck my foes may they all die slowly
like my homie 40'z told me...
Artesia's playing tricks on me..............
(Ese 40'z Verse 2)
Strangers in the night thought I seen em in the alley way
snitches dropping dimes where the fiends in the valley stay
smokin on a berg pipe but naw I can't fade that
snorting up a line feeling fine as I lay back
and blend into the shadows using darkness as camouflage
three hoes deep but my name ain't fuckin Santa Claus
product of the ghetto drinkin right with a 40 ounce
had another fight nother night made my shorty bounce
off the paranoia when we chillin on the block
totin guns chambered up that's the way of the walk
in them crazy ass streets where I got my fuckin name from
drinkin all the time committing crimes in the same slums
once a fool twice third time on the trickery
in and out the cell left behind no more tricking me
that's what I say all the time cuz it sounds good
but I'm still a gangster on his grind like a clown should
watching out for creeps known to hate man that's daily
my town it never sleeps up for weeks getting shady
I gotta watch em close even if they say they know me
trying to be my homie (shot gun pump)
Artesia's playing tricks on me.....................
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