did Strap a bomb Kill your friends Take your life Do it for Allah Dead Now you're dead Blown to pieces No-one cares Walking dead
to I fuck with sqaws let you squares cleed'n get close to I got that one that cheerleads for the Raiders She love the way I walk my 3000$ alligators
[Chorus:] You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon stress you
be trying to be Jack Bauer So let fam' keep talking You gonna need a +Weekend At Bernie's+ If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+ [Red Cafe:] I guess
thing with forty eyes You know it's thriller, thriller night You're fighting to survive inside a killer, thriller tonight Night creatures call The dead start to walk
is tricky in these parts here You don't know how hard this is here The streets need this shit here [Verse 2] I walk rappers through the Killa woods
Let to a 70 year stand and coda If only for the dead nigga Didn't have to wait to make a safe walk to the sto' Just to get his niggaz and a six-pack {?}
Bust and never saw me coming left him with his blood seeping I'm a soldier, recognize the signs of the time It seems it's kill or be killed up in this
bless me To keep on breathing leaving niggas unconscience When I'm punching I'm going hard in the paint, so pack a lunch To the niggas that we killing
is so ready to click Better freeze, better not breathe all I want is the money Remember you dead if you twitch, cause I'm a killa that's killing for
destroy cities with typhoons, and masoons Your doom has awaited, all your mercy's forsaken time to die Gotta kill them all, every nigga fin to fall when I kill
*s bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B Killin bustaz is my motherf**kin job, him or me Lyrically fatally driven, ni**az reported missin My competition dead
thinking about what tha streets do to me Cause they never talk peace in tha black community All we know is violence, do tha job in silence Walk tha city
a APB, out on my Thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted
Maybe I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch, Me dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that shit? Walking dead, angels spend their last days by
don't listen the poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom praying for money we never think would she be dead
