Transplants:1,2,3,4,5,6,7

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“1,2,3,4,5,6,7”
Artist: Transplants
Composers: Armstrong/Aston/Barker

1,2,3,4,5,6,7
No one here's gonna get to go to Heaven
No one here's gonna get to go to Heaven
No one here's gonna get to go to Heaven

The first one to speak, be the first one to leave
Get your loved ones gagged and bound in bed sheets
Six deep, full heap, best be quick on the draw
Use a snitch, use a bitch, you get left where you are
I roll with killa's who got strikes, dealers who catch cases
SkinHeads and Mohicans, tattoos on their faces
Bring it 'till your dead, bass is, get to bumpin' your gun
All these cowards talk shit, all these cowards gonna run
I'm not one, got my gun, got the handle whipped out
It all goes down, you only go for yourself
Not me, I can't call it, I'd die for the team
Smoking sacks in the shack, getting high with the team
Let it fly with the beam, infra-red on your head
Every last muthafucka wanna leave me for dead
Can't be happy that I'm livin', you pray that i fall
But I'm a dead man walking, I ain't livin' at all!

1,2,3,4,5,6,7
No one here's gonna get to go to Heaven
No one here's gonna get to go to Heaven
No one here's gonna get to go to Heaven

All the time that you hate, it's time that you waste
Wake up fucken wet with a 9 to your face
In any case, hit the brakes, you're doing too much
My heart's blacker than the grip in the Grip that I clutch
Who wants what? It goes down, right here in your town
I swear to God I'm not laughing, with a permanent frown
Don't make a sound, I spit rounds, leave your dick in the dirt
Shotgun, with the shotgun aimed at your heart
It gets worse, I been cursed, smash your life like a verse
Weed blast, weed mask, when we drive thru' your turf
Nobody came to talk, ain't nobody playin' games
Kickin' everybody's ass, cross out everbody's name
Fuckin' lame that's how it goes, fuck wax and fuck shows
Fuck the track, fuck the mic', fuck hoes and fuck bro's!
Do yourself a favor and keep your thoughts to yourself
I'm sellin' drugs to my label and my label blew up, without help

1,2,3,4,5,6,7
No one here's gonna get to go to Heaven
No one here's gonna get to go to Heaven
No one here's gonna get to go to Heaven

Not taking shit from anybody, leavin' spouses in tears
You'll get mangled if we tangle, I'll be poundin' the peel
3 chips, who got next? Let's go, you get stomped
Anytime, any place, anywhere that you want
Hold your tongue son, you slip, you get fucked
At your show in the parking lot fightin', won't take long
Leave your whole gash flappin', know why it has happened
I love to watch you fall like Freeman loves watchin' Patton
Why the fuck would I die and live to please you
Keepin' company with thugs and drugs and heat too
Speed bump, head slice, we aint travelin' light
As I hit the dipstick bring a tear to my eye
I stay high, do or die, finding peace in myself
You live a lie, run and hide, die with everyone else
Fuck the world, kill 'em all, and this you can trust
Cuz muthafuckas hit the dirt when muthafuckas hit the dust

1,2,3,4,5,6,7
No one here's gonna get to go to Heaven
No one here's gonna get to go to Heaven
No one here's gonna get to go to Heaven