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Bury me with my knife by my side and my chrome .44
Bury my coffin on top of my opps Ima drop em before they get to heavens door
I'll return
Man, i daredn't bare to look (oh!)
Oversized kids in big, big suits,
all fightin' over who's gunna get what.
What?!
What...
The many spoilt by the few,
Roberts/
Heavy into Yu-Gi-Oh cards back then/
Soon I can say I moved around and slept on furniture/
Lived humble, while judgment by others would hurt/
[Sticky] Yo, yo but that shit ain't mine nigga
[copper] You know what? Get on the floor alright
[Sticky] Yo man get the fuck off me
[copper] Get
and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke
Some say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red
And jump on the tour bus,
just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
words unsaid, to speak ill of the dead
We're gathered today to mourn Jimmy McGales
A right rotten bastard one hell of a man
Though his virtues were few
niggaz
some say we dealers, they call us killas
who we be
TRU niggaz
I beez a TRU nigga till I'm dead
if I die, bury me
but
Smoking weed, true indeed
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Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
the motherfuckin G
to the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho
I had to come up strong to get where I'm at
Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back
Feels like something, something
Am i dead, am i alive
Wake me up i'm asleep
I'm in deep sleep i need to wake up
Yeah i
I lay awake at nights, thinking am
dead and gone my shit is my shit
Bury my corpse in black diamonds drip spirit like shaman
And do not forget bout my switch
I got bitches I'm eyeing
like Bruh Man from the fifth flo
All up in their spouse, bat her tonsils out if she pitch throat
My tongue walk on her water, issa miracle
I'm Chaile
it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check em thoroughly
The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz
Yeah by any means that's necessary to get to me
Behind the scenes amphetamines women acting obsessed with me
Strenuous tenuous U.S. Senate's
on fleek
You don't wanna clash me, you will get murked
Bury MCs six feet in the dirt
I know you saw the police outside
You saw the blood on Devilman's
my hope for you has fleeted me
(Fleeted me)
I was a walking dead man living the truth
With a liar by my side
I was a walking dead man living the truth
to take me out on my block, he forgot I was hard to kill
I ran for cover so the brother missed
He hit my man in the head, now Ed is dead, yo what is this?
I
from New Orleans
My city so gorgeous
And ugly at the same time
Paintings in the quarters
Dead bodies round the fairgrounds
Ain't shit fair now
Man
to banish untalented challengers
Balance the planet by standing on it damaging amateurs
I'm a man I'm a stand on my own two
You can't tell me what I can or I
Yeah, uh
All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns
trees down
Dead to this world. Bury me now."
I am from a distant place that sits and waits for my belated time to come
but its too late I've missed my
with a monster
You keep him in your sights then bury that fucker right beneath your feet
Double barrel between the teeth
Dead men cannot repeat
Their
holy water in the mist
I thought I heard a dead man but that's just my sixth sense
Money bags on ya brim for the cap you done shipped
Look
If they after
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