Lyrics:
Violin Pieces

hood but never a Bible hymn And as the streets keep tyin in Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in, where's the violin? [Chorus] [Swifty McVay

Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece

shoud a tell me right away You neva hi me when me rapsa up de next day Feel like a soccer when dem naah gi no air play Like a piece a furniture you lef

Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon of Shaolin Before you pluck the strings of my violin My life is orchestrated, like London symphony Concentrated,

who found one of her bottles Sick of being daddy's little seceret She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into pieces Then proceeded to

There's a shoulder where death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was

t belong to Alvin, Alvin, say something, Alvin (Everybody ready Violins, saxophones, trumpets) You mean you hired all those musicians (You bet, I did) You know how much a Fifty piece

on...it does well? [David:] no. It swells. [Andy:] oh. Right. It swells. Uhmm. Ok. Well. And so the end starts with this...this piece called "the lark

I know she's strapin on her violin face Playin the strings with her bow in hand I wonder how she's gonna move her pieces When the king wants to checkmate