Let's get dead and start over again Get your revenge Don't let them get much further because they are getting away with murder Let's get dead c'mon!
I nut That's the end of us, get your friend to f**k Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right
, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be known We still
, click, shit Brooklyn niggas is known to rep-resent Any nigga happened that's why I left Niggas get strep-throats, throats get strepped Get your shit
see me end It's gonna end up in a bloodbath, no doubt That's the only way I'm going out, it's on It's on, it's on motherfucker and you can't turn the
I wouldn?t be here man. Yea, Uh-huh I dedicate this to my father, has gone away Uh-huh. All my dead, all my people man. Let?s get it! I?ll be in here
a way by what a nigga say It's alright love, I let a hater hate Pull up on them see them paper plate See da oyster perpetuate day today It's a fact
like i love me fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch you wanna buy me shit, meet me at the mall bitch in the strip club, let her lick your ass bitch get
prisoners. They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs. The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim, "Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let
...it's a new day... ya know what I'm sayin'? A new day, brings a new problem to a brother And all I gots ta say is thank God for my mother Cause without
Can't tell me shit about murder and movin' weight I got niggas that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your mate It's proven today, Armageddon's
know it's there It's called tomorrow, whatcha gonna do with that Cut school, sell a few dope fiends crack It's not a one-way street, it's more like a dead
I just got three wishes I ain't askin' for world peace I want Range Rovers in three different colors Genie gimme the damn keys Dead wrong like a dead
beats the verbal lyrical assassination From L.A. to Brooklyn, why you doin' all that talkin'? Think you got a soul but you're a Dead Man Walkin' Yo
beats the verbal lyrical assassination From L A to Brooklyn why you doin' all that talkin' Think you got a soul but you're a dead man walking Yo, toast
it A muthafuckin' gun Who's the man with the strap in his hand Homie's stolen semi-autos and contrabands All day every day, crossin' my hood in day
