Traduction: Doa. The Living Dead.
chorus: taken from the infirmary and make 'em just like you and me. stripmine my human soul. and leave a lifeless entity. life living dead we fill the
put they cuffs on a rappa That's why I'm limpin off wit a freak; and a lawyer Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week I could show you how to blow up
, stand them up they be as tall as midgets O.k, I'll rap a little faster But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor I'm like you except
I'm still living [H.A.W.K.:] See a friend in need, is a friend indeed Not just being cool, cause I smoke good weed Not sitting round me, with a trick
cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight
gotta show you the real way, of greeting niggaz with heat I pull a black Mac up out the pack, walking from that Cadillac Sipping on a low O-E, fired up like a
't stop, it's like he had a disease He robbed another and another a sister and a brother Tried to rob a man who was a duty undercover The cop grabbed
takes a seat. And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mother's mail from a city boy in a jungle town postmarked Saigon. He'll go live his mother
yo life Well give me grab it I was born inside a love zone With a glock-nine young marriage It's critical Then one of them sat down living so Mystikal and empoious With a
I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids? One life to live, it's so hard to be positive when niggaz
give a damn about a ne-gro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga Let the Lord judge
a caper Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see? So I needs to hit a lick, drastically I see
