Ese Forties & Lazy Blue Devil - Belly Of The Beast

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Download Single Song Or Whole Album On Itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/hate-proof/id590994666 Download Single Song Or Whole Album On Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00AYSTDBA/ Artist: Ese Forties & Lazy Blue Devil Song: Belly Of The Beast Album: Hate Proof Year: 2013 -Lyrics- "Belly Of The Beast" (Chorus-Ese 40'z) (Lazy's Verse) This is my varrio I bang all day and I D.G.A.F. about what you say you could think what you want but I'm strapped with a kay see them boys with them rags put an end to your day you should of known in these tiempos mothafuckas don't play in a box or in the pinta and they take you away give you a shovel for the tierra just to dig your own grave cause a vato took your life and put an end to your name this vida's sick and confusing when your drunk and you're using so grab some straps, get your homies, and grab the panos you're using and don't forget to walk up slow and show these levas how it goes when you fuckin with the sick then I'm taking your soul asina es otra ves pulling missions on bichas from the great state of tejas to the sur of califas sangres deep in the street that's the rise of the raza with that NBG tatted up on my pansa (Chorus-Ese 40'z) (Ese 40'z Verse) How many chances can I risk ready to die up out the barrel of a hand cannon plannin all of my life to hit that gravesite one way given these deadly times used to gang bangin and gunplay livin these deadly rhymes that I'm spittin up outta dome hataz be trying to go copy and clone I'm just a gangsta mothafucka converstatin the microphone about my life and all the things that I been through that psycho villian in the room with darkened corners while I'm staring at the ceiling plottin and thinkin gotta be drinkin 40 malt liquor whenever I'm linkin up with the gun in my face put the needle in place and then stabbin the fuckin ink in txtown new mexicrazy ain't no light where things get shady wreckin with the homeboy lazy fabens town their ain't no fading two pycho villianous gees 5150 we hate proofin these rhymes out the gutterous blocks nines popped with stutterin shots cuz life's a mothafuckin bitch when I think I'm at the bottom but it's draggin me much lower to the devil and I fought em many times through liquour bottles bustin shots filled with anger no more cemetery plots burn to ashes constant danger sickness out here where the wicked get no peace trying to survive another year up in the belly of the beast (Chorus-Ese 40'z) (Ese 40'z Verse Two) Up in the center of the madness chaotic duckin badges society decided that they thought I shouldn't have this life fulla freedoms now they label me a menace belly of the system trying to make these thoughts deminish empty shells on these streets blocks bangin like the beat knocks rappin on these streets plots go and catch these heat rocks flamin up out my vocals yellin fuck the po po hustlin on the side stackin cash grindin low low they saying that these are the end of times a lot of mothatuckas paranoid then all these signs that I'm seeing everyday but I brush em off casually cuz I'm already fuckin with the stress and all the tragedy that this world brings and it's tickin like a time bomb trying to make my way out another hope to climb on it's cold out here where the demons get unleashed trying to survive another year up in the belly of the beast (Chorus-Ese 40'z)