Song Description

Wize Dome and Big Money Grip compare the street life to that of a "Stange Land" to outsiders.

Lyrics

[INTRO]
The life I live, a 25 to life bid...

[VERSE 1]
The life I live a 25 to life bid,
Holding the block, living through the life of my kids,
"Ready to Die" in this game just like Big.
Trying to cut spades on these blocks,
Or else I die and renig.
We trying to live,
To watch my kids grow and get big.
And stay away from snake niggas,
Scared to throw in they bids.
I know where they live,
I cock back and open they lids,
With four shots to the dome, dun,
And hope that they live,
So they can see me,
Smoked out, I'm blinded like Stevie -
Wonder,stay under, guns blast like thunder.
Leave you stiff, cold as the tundra,
The lone gunner,
Run up, I'm blasting holes in your 4 Runner.
I'm trying to shake the world of it's axis,
Puffing the Backwoods,
Flipped it and had the whole planning spinning backwards.
All these fake ass niggas is actors,
Claiming they let the gat spit,
Start beef, and had them niggas gasping,
For dear life with they body collapsin,
Hitting the street.
Hop in the Jeep,
I'm headed for the crib in Aspen,
Clapping until your neighbors need asprin.
We hold heat, we four deep,
Still we be controlling these streets.
We holding the beast,
While sucker niggas fold to police.
Rolling the L, take a pull,
Then I blow and release.
The stress nigga.
The four-fifth, cock it and strectch niggas,
arms crossed across they chest, nigga.

[CHORUS]
I'm from a Strange Land,
Where niggas clutch funds and bust guns,
In our matresses is where we tuck our trust funds,
I'm from a Strange Land.
Gun shots, running from cops, glocks running the block,
hold heat, rumble and stops,
I'm from a Strang Land.
Sicker than you could ever imagine it,
A killer gets more respect than a college graduate,
I'm from a Stange Land.
Sell coke, inhale smoke,we make the shells smoke
quick to put the guns to your throats,
I'm from a Strange Land.

[VERSE 2]
I hear a sick track, I drop sick rhymes,
Take 1200 to my mans, cop six nines.
Drive down your block, cop six dimes,
Leave every nigga on your spot shot six times.
You niggas ain't hard to hit,
You hustle in huddles,
Ya' found face up in a puddle,
From late night scuffles.
My 8 tight muzzeled,
So all you hear, is my bullets whistle.
It's only a matter of time,
Before they hit you.
I'm sick of you niggas acting,
Knowing when you see me coming,
You tuck your chain and toss your package.
Often accidents occur,
Memories of how it used to be,
Way back, is just a blur.
The life we living seem strange,
That's why I clap at anybody,
That's within my infared beams range.
These change, niggas scramble just to make it,
Made a cake out of crumbs and baked it.
Hatred, jealousy, and weed smoke clouds my brain,
Kill anybody who clouds my aim,
Drowns in shame.
Pull a gun out and freeze, you bleed.
Shells pass through your body with ease,
Like a breeze through trees.
Feel no remorse, nor sympathy.
See what this Strange Land did to me?

[CHORUS]
I'm from a Strange Land,
Where niggas clutch funds and bust guns,
In our matresses is where we tuck our trust funds,
I'm from a Strange Land.
Gun shots, running from cops, glocks running the block,
hold heat, rumble and stops,
I'm from a Strang Land.
Sicker than you could ever imagine it,
A killer gets more respect than a college graduate,
I'm from a Stange Land.
Sell coke, inhale smoke,we make the shells smoke
quick to put the guns to your throats,
I'm from a Strange Land.

[BREAK]
That nigga Wize build shit,
That nigga Big Money Grip kill shit.
That nigga Wize build shit,
That nigga Big Money Grip kill shit.
That nigga Wize build shit,
That nigga Big Money Grip kill shit.
That nigga Wize build shit,
That nigga Big Money Grip kill shit.

[CHORUS]
I'm from a Strange Land,
Where niggas clutch funds and bust guns,
In our matresses is where we tuck our trust funds,
I'm from a Strange Land.
Gun shots, running from cops, glocks running the block,
hold heat, rumble and stops,
I'm from a Strang Land.
Sicker than you could ever imagine it,
A killer gets more respect than a college graduate,
I'm from a Stange Land.
Sell coke, inhale smoke,we make the shells smoke
quick to put the guns to your throats,
I'm from a Strange Land.