Lyrics:
the streets
Death's in the air, I can taste it through the heat
My partner's goin' fast I don't think he's gonna last
And if he don't, I'ma hit his wife with
the streets
Death's in the air, I can taste it through the heat
My partner's goin' fast I don't think he's gonna last
And if he don't, I'ma hit his wife with
The sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by
In the park the lazy bees
Are joining in the flowers, among the trees
The sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by
In the park the lazy bees
Are joining in the flowers, among the trees
stuck
It's runnin' me to death and I'm out of my breath keepin' up
By the time we make ends meet
There's not much left for you and me
And no job
me boy) 'cause I rap with the best
Fo' sho 305 to the death of me
Cremate my body let the ocean have what's left of me
But for now forget about that
me boy) 'cause I rap with the best
Fo' sho 305 to the death of me
Cremate my body let the ocean have what's left of me
But for now forget about that
Sunday mornin', man, she woke up fightin' mad
Bitchin' and moanin' on and on 'bout the time I had
And by Tuesday, you could say that girl was good
battle heat
Both will die today
No victory and no defeat
Death is their only way
In their eyes is no remorse
They make their final charge
Thrusting
Murder at your every foot step
A child's toy sudden death
Sniper blazes you through your knees
Falling down, can you feel the heat burn?
Murder at your every foot step
A child's toy sudden death
Sniper blazes you through your knees
Falling down, can you feel the heat burn?
by disdain grows cheerless,
Fear doth love, love doth fear
Beauty peerless, beauty peerless.
Farewell! Farewell!
But yet or e'er I part, O cruel,
On an August afternoon
I sipped bourbon and cried
With a friend by the light of the moon
So its hurry! hurry! Step right up
It's a matter of life or death
theme
Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring
Up and down, round and round
On and on, all alone
the Toreador's theme
Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring
Up and down, round and round
On and on, all alone
Surrounded by niggaz but now mutha fuckaz down to waste your back.
Chorus
Death row is bitches
Wanna be gangstas
Them niggaz just snitches
Death row is
when he made this land
The Lord said yes, there's a plenty on hand
But I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy, the stuff is so poor
I
and I know that I can bring ya
If you can't take the heat, get your ass out the kitchen
We on a mission, so come on
Come along and ride
and I know that I can bring ya
If you can't take the heat, get your ass out the kitchen
We on a mission, so come on
Come along and ride
Imagine the gracious
Benevolent ritual of Death
Grave and porcelain
With baby blue lips and pale pink eyes
Descending toward me
Her glowing
Watching the town go by
Nanna made another Red Sox fan
'Til the day I die
That was back in '65
It doesn't seem like a long time ago
Grandmama keeping
practice
Being watched by the all-seeing eye that guides the masses
We celebrate life
We celebrate death
This rite of passage, old blood to new breath
against the foe
Is a sweeter death to know
A battle for our right
Is a sweeter death to know
Beat everyone till there's no one else to beat
Stand in
And you might get shot (get shot)
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
You could (fall to your death death) be the first to feel the heat
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