Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death
gangsta (Try to run up on the guy, that send your legs to your mom) And we still got kilos of coke (Ruff Ryders to the death, ride or die nigga we know
sleep was a cousin to death And following a dollar finds nothing but stress A marathon grind like I'm running from rest It's (5 o'clock in the mornin
ring on the Don Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 [Wale] Malcom X get your hand out my pocket Some niggas walking with death
, whatcha' say? [Brother J] Yeah! I'm just a pro-Black nigga, and I'm doing this And yet you watch me, clock me, to see if I continue this In the ways
but it seems you made an error Wrench in the mill work, systematic terror has arrived Cornered by the order Checkmate sucker, not a move, game's over! Clocks
hoe pay me I'm ballin like M.J. in the mid 80's I'm on fire, Bay to Bangkok Put a hole in your chest the size of Flava Flav clock I hear the rumors surfacin
fucked up [Z-Ro:] When it get gangsta, I don't see too many niggaz repping they set But in front of these dog ass hoes, they rep it to death There go
it go down round here [Z-Ro:] We Third Coast and I'm a soldier united, for the cash Daily I be ducking the law, be consistently clocking cash Moving
go down round here [Z-Ro] We third coast and I'm a soldier united, for the cash Steady, I be ducking the law cause consistent they clocking cash Moving
a package from the devil, payin my deeds Preocuppied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze Me and my thugs clock
's tha sense of workin hard if you never get tp play i'm hustlen' stayin' out till it's dawn and commin' home at 6 o'clock in tha mornin' hand's on my
death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish
Talking] Stand in formation My motherfucking real troopers Lets do it like soldiers All in together now Ready? Hell yeah No retreat no surrender Death
So many follow but can't reach me Caught in a maze Catch em, mimicking my style trying to walk this way Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death
lead nigga You know what time it is Westside, Death Row (Dogg Pound) e'rybody killer Bad Boy killer, {?} killer (Thug Life, Death Row) E'rybody killer
we lamp, many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain till my socks is damp Ain't nothin' like being a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death
