're deceased Death is oh so strange The past no one can change What you can't predict Is how long you'll exist Open casket - open casket Life will
Traduction: Death. Open Casket.
re deceased Death is oh so strange The past no one can change What you can't predict Is how long you'll exist Open casket - Open casket Life will never
can change What you can't predict Is how long you'll exist Open casket - Open casket Life will never be the same Death can never be explained It's their
on the ratchet And for the dope I'm gonna catch it) Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket My whole crew (got glocks on '
rappin to pay my lawyer for creatin a witness I done smoked somebody befo' and smokin's a bad habit They say it always take you to your casket, but fuck death
perfect Just trying to get it like I live, but is it really worth it Niggas done fell to my heater, never to rise up Didn't really wanna hurt nobody, please open
nigga that got no face and no name Deserving more, but I'ma mob until I ain't got nothing left And the only thing that's promised to me is more problems and death
[Z-Ro] The swisher papers got me dying so I practice smoking squares And I see death around the corner so I'm quick to say a prayer Living my life on
Can't keep my nine straight, Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break, Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row,
' worried Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open
enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets [Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets
prepared to die, Before I fry I hit the weed so I be forever high My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee I open fire let the lord pick the
baby And now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin crazy Forgive me; they wanna see me in my casket and if I don't blast I'll be the victim of them
streets War stories, funerals where feds be layin from a dreadful slayin Body viewing's at the wake Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket with his eyelids still open
