Your body from your soul I have seen the truth, Dead is better Than to live in a state of dreams Now you're reborn but now by the light Tormented screams is
gorilla give you more chills than thrillers I'm bone hard, you better open up your chest at will The only investment that I receive was a talented deal This life is
ready to the sell the, the better my chedda Tell her to the fella, I doubts the shredder A better competor, I dwell I'ma get her Better get fella, I sell
record is spinning I'm really trying to feel myself Gotta get em all, gotta get em dead When I'm filling the bed, put a infrared to the head Everybody come up dead, better
man how real is that matter of fact I think they wanna see me dead and gone and me strugglin they don't wanna Z-Ro happy because his friend is 'lone'
[Hook] A lot of niggaz, wanna see me in my grave (more or less) I be ready for the drama, anyday (more or less) Go to war, in the midst of gun play (more
want is money chasing paper after dead presidents Presidential Player for life, I'm a Presidential Player for life [Z-Ro] Ain't shit changed, my life is
[Talk] These is hard times we livin' in Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky Murder, the good die young The good definitely die young This is a
Pac, So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box, You end up in the box 'cause them grave robbin' bastards, Dig your grave up and snatched you
Math is, Even murderous tactics, get better with practice, Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn, Truly ours Julia, you better learn learn. [Eminem] Chris Reeves in his grave
man, the skull of Tutankam-en embalmin' fluid Runnin' through the veins of the Druid Like a pharoah, who shadows like the grave of a dead pig Covered
change up, come on! My trigger-finger's itchy from my carpel tunnel. [? ] is written [? ] like water flowin' [? ] is walkin' with seven shovels, the grave
Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off And Leatherface is not a punk bitch so a nigga just can't fuck me, Nigga better have me cash
roll up for rocks, and is, this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fences. Rippin' up me trench and, I'm bailin' while they trailin'. Better
hell And fingers in blood Poor little bodies all covered in scabs threw it all away Another life in the grave Another life in the grave Life is like
starts to gnaw as you wish away the pain Of another desperate dead end day forever filled with sadness To forget about the pain you take your bottle, drink your grave