Hang 'em High Lyrics

[Chorus: Babyface Fensta] Hang 'em high, hit 'em low The rifle men, Crying Freeman Imbecile, incarceration only made me a better criminal Hang 'em high, hit 'em low Hang 'em high, hit 'em low Hang 'em high, hit 'em low, low, low [Babyface Fensta] Your dialogue, don't paint a real vivid picture Just oodles and noodles, ain't it sad? Like living, with rats, roaches, and having an abusive dad Some niggas is mad, I did the knowledge to a jewel & ran with it Now I spit it, like it ain't no shitted Stripe for mastery, culprits jealousy Seatings clearly, like how sheisty and greedy niggas could be Suppose to be family, must be, a bad connection Reflection, resembles, Deacon Frost Blood suckers, the price of fame it cost Stakes is high, sky's the limit I'm in it to win it, a forerunner like Toyota Buy a bulk, or stack a chunk of my cheddar Fuck a trendsetter, another sound bwoy dying Compliments chain letter, Shanghai killing Chico sticks and gangster flicks Boston baked beans and other white meat Taste defeat, cuz you ain't sweating it I'm letting it be known, only condone, real works of art Assalent left no evidence, assassins don't leave fingerprints It's a given, those that trespass, are still living Praise dart... [Chorus] [Babyface Fensta] Heil Hitler, fuck Schindler, Fensta claps all critics Blasphemer, your shoes are mathematics Like them niggas avicating violence Remember? Bad boys move in silence Call me alias, information scarce A Manchu subdue your crew like the flu You spic nigga cracker jew Slanted eye gook, hypocrite, you talk that shit But don't walk it, 'member me from "Who's the Killer?" Mr. Sinister, verbally sharp like a dagger Stagger opponents who swagger like thugs Braggadocious, you love money, teach the truth Don't preach to the youth about the wrong jewels Keep your fantasy, give me reality any day In all actuality, music's a forum, use it wisely It's ok to entertain, but material gain only poisons the brain Of those influences, true riches is knowledge of self A healthy servant of self worth, you're God by nature That's why they hate cha, let's take back our turf Get up, stand up, fight for you birth right, fuck a platinum chain Them hoochies with coffin coochies, refrain from mind games And scheeming things, devils, using tricknology To get ahead in 'monopoly', I topple the economy Crash, your 'wheels of fortune', cuz you sell out if the 'price is right' 'Jeopardy', ya life, cuz a nigga'll smoke that ice Now you a 'hollywood square', running scared Like Gregory Hines, prepare, for land mines The redrum revisited... [Chorus] [Outro: Babyface Fensta] Hang 'em high... hang 'em high... I want a fist full of fucking dollars Yo, dump nigga... burglar, burglar...Buddha Monk f/ Babyface Fensta - Hang 'em High - http://motolyrics.com/buddha-monk-f-babyface-fensta/hang-em-high-lyrics.html