over with rapping 51-11 Ridgevan, moving that crack bitch I was stacking Residuals redeemingly, I was raw mayn raw caine Rapidly running my neighborhood, I was the law mayn 'Member
was a no-no then auntie came and picked me up and gave me some bread they gave me life when everybody else had left me for dead i was in jail sometimes
crooked it ain't right Friends or kin folk it don't matter we can fight It's whenever when we were boss want to do Cause I'ma pull dollar prime till I'm dead
struggle But since I resurrected time all the niggas don't want to see me bubble Should I be mad at my friends, that's what Pac said Although I clear my ruga ripping till they drop dead
running, K of dynasty coming [Verse 2] Mortuless contender, Guerilla Maab member I be It'd be an epidemy, hoes wanna get rid of me Fin to be, found dead
nigga we can never be friends I know i'm runnin' through your head now what could you do ? If it was up to you i'd be dead now I let tha world
a two shot daraga nine lil milana abig fourty glock just call me the gun slanga some ak's spray to kill the front line one hundred and thirty dead from
my finger and swirl it around the bottom and make sure I got all of it, Wake up naked at McDonald's with Blood all over me. Dead bodies behind the counter
an apparition," "What did you see?" - "A monster on a bed," "What did you see?" - "I saw an old magician, Waking up the living from the dead!" Keep
wit lyrics Shot your punk ass like ELEC now it's CHORUS Mighty Aftermath! Once again.can't hold us back Refuse,refuse(DEAD!)you lose(DEAD!).DEAD!(Indeed
six more lives overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters should know one of your victims was a three year old girl Well, you gang members
Free me right now You take me away, take it from me Free me right now You take me away, take it from me, yeah! Beautiful prisoner, let it be dead Promises
didn't piss on my fox . . . and HE has REAL BROADWAY STARS for personal acquaintances! Harry: They're all dead, dear . . . Zombies, I believe . . . the 'walking dead
a buncha other ugly dead muthafuckers fum de East Side . . . 'n de curly-headed sho't lil' ugly dead muthafucker wit de dead dog been fuckin' de police
dance of unbridled passion, back in the old days when it wasn't so easy to get your rocks off, when it was hard to make contact with a member of the . . .
reboc Members O1 try Lay Me Down like Shirak R.i.P To All Them Niggas And All My Niggas [Chorus x2] Don?t Don?t End Up dead Nigga Don?t Don?t up Dead
right, we got to bite Hold on tight, shake, and pump venom Some haters don't learn til you leave lead in em See the dead in em, rigarmortis spread in
