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looking fresh to death 
cnd best believe 
Ya dogs will
Leave ya for the dogs
When you got no more to Offer 
cnd ya can't perform 
Money ain't long
Ya spirit

get chased by the flames of death
(Huh)
She let me feel on her breasts
(huh)
Laying my head for more rest
(Huh)
Snorting that Heisenberg crystal
(Yuh)

that
he was marked for death cuz niggaz had contracts
He had mad uzis in his crib
He paid 300 g's in the boondocks in Jersey
And at his lab was the '98

midnight there was some
Kind of "Death Cab"
Sounding shit going on inside the
Girl who brought it out
Was someone i used to run into a lot
When i was

Take me out of this place right now
Because I´m dying day by day
I just can´t wait for my death
Beat me again with your amazing way of living
But

praying you delivered by jesus
Cant do an intervention 
With a bih with no intention other than to put a line in her facials
I be lying if I said 
I aint

Keep a fresh pair of scissors with me just to cut the right piece of fronto
Death all in my wallet... guess that's why I'm feeling so alive, yo
If

but he never cried
My sister was calling it's hard to imagine she got no replies
My mother my mother I love her to death she couldn't get by
My cousins

hair, brown-streaked, slim shoulders
Dark complexion made pale by the season
When you smiled your cheeks appeared rounder than their natural shape
In them

flow ak ben e King
Tei kholal meuno stand by me
You better know I'm the Keulthieu
Tell what you think about me
Nah Teng ba gui For the culture rebellion

of sorts but still on course
I'm in the back of the cab with a twenty-four pack of Coors
c couple bumps in the road in a four by four
We on the jump getting

in the room
Shit gets dark
Feel like death pullin' up
Can you fuck with me? Never
Last days shit
Yeah
Like when the sand of an hourglass is

ain't promised so we live for the moment
Gotta have heart in these streets, yea big cojones
Came from the era of Lee's, my pantalones
All my niggas

Buzzing on the bench when I thought I first string
Standing on the fence between death and my first dream
Me and my disciples raising hell I was 13
Smoke

affairs are straight so death can wait
Used to lay awake dazed and stressed for days
Now I'm obsessed with sunsets
And watching clouds changing shapes

nah I won’t never forget
Not a rapper but I swear I do this all in one breath
Hold it down for my brothers that I grew up with till the death
Can’t fuck

Yeah, I wanna listen to some death cab.
A-M-C, breaking bad bitches -- no meth lab.
A visit to my heart, here's a guest pass, for your bitch ass.
I'll be

Don't ask me for forgiveness, 
You don't have permission to bother me
While I'm mourning every second,
Every little death - how could I not see

That

type of dude
I keep it calm, cool, collected not impressed by you fools talkin-
All amounts gotta get off the couch
I ain't came through for nothing son

his sins
Stumble stagger drunk, looking for a cab
Think about you’re the lady who you want to grab
Lives cut short, and the devastation
Go back

hear the more them hate.
If you think you are smarter try talking it out with me
Animosity, fuck up your perspective for the irony
Might need a purpose,

lungs from a world of pollution
Who am I with and why does it matter
Death is my cab and the angel's my chauffeur 
Cursed with you in my mind for months

on a bender

It was the death of boredom
The days were neverending
They dragged by body out post-mortem
Stiff and cold on the metal slab
And i felt important

gotta reject Whatever they set
They’re never benevolent yet
Yet we sit at a desk Collecting a check
No need to ever respect
Mess coupled by death tripled