back to face the face Not me, dead girl dressed in white This is not healthy Eyes, sanitation sin, it could be you Mouth to mouth, face to face you
Christ, that's the only thing I know, I really can't breath right, I'm strangled by animosity from by own people, lately it's hard to be nice, my face
[20 seconds of instrumental to open] [Z-Ro] Who else but me, can see the state of emergency that we face Cause wearin of certain clothin can get a brother
sight, pu-punk I hate you to death But yet I loved you so, wanted you to feel my pain since 91 So brother come with me, and die slow I hate you to death
can promise that estacy ain't promised tomorrow With this two man mades Me and my soul death astrayed I watch my parents get blowed away Now look what it made I'm something to face
They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes [Chorus] (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces
did I really say we When I don't have the feeling that Allah is really with me I heard a Christian man state that he's afraid of death If he had faked
The bed was still warm where I slept From these hours I wish to forget With the night still fresh on my breath I awoke to the grim face of death I thought
Charles Oaklee Nigga dont assult me, I banana boat b r c k esses And stuck em in a lexus Im sitting fat like Preciouse, Christ up on the necklace And
[Verse 1:] Yeah yo I walk through the valley of death vest on teflon now I'm approached In my hurricane sweats black chrome on my shoulder, big wheel
I'm riding through your neighborhood with my stainless Yayo, I'm Outside your place If I can't get you I'm fucking Lloyd Banks up You know nigga look at my face
Let me catch you in Los Angeles without a pass Everybody in New York know that you a fag Come out the closet show the world how to use a pad Speakin death
