Reaper

Gather round, gather round... Can you hear the sound
The hard bottom boogie man walking you down
Heard a word round town how this brotha' get down
hit the block cocked, doing Gods work in style
He might come for that price that's on your head
He might come to your house while you're sleeping so comfortably up in your bed
You better place a mark in your stead
Hit his list you just bout good nuff dead
Jeaper... Creeper... All time hitta'... Keep up. Shit gets deeper
Cat throw back like beepers
Guard your back, slack, wind up six feet deeper
Press your line like the leader... blow your mind like a chiefer
Track you down like a cheetahh... take your tithes like a preacher
Turn a skeptic into a believer

He da reaper
Yeah, he da reaper
Walking that fine line separating justice and crime
Fulfilling the dirty work of the divine... He da reaper
Yeah, he da reaper
When ain't no balance on the block, he keeps the streets on lock
Top notch, you ain't gotta believe. Watch



Credits
Writer(s): Norris Darden
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