Lyrics:
a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'
If I die young
Bury me in satin
Lay
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
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
Well, I
I'll be running these reds
I come in the hz and she giving me stares
Like boy where yu been I been getting this bread
Got impeached out the hz threw
decaying face
Just another dead man walking
This rotten heart still beating
One more nail for the coffin
Bury me six feet deep
Bury me
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
wanted to convey
That I wanted to convey
Poison me slowly
Basked in the holy glow
Haunted by the ghost of me
What a tragedy
Mans are so dead now
Flew into
watch yu heard
We swing the curb
N fronts yo man bitch we gon swerve
Bitch we be off actavis
We lurking ops no cappin shit
I'm dropping bodies bagging
the tribe of shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Can't Understand my city's under siege
F-a-see-e-M-o-be screamin 'cause I mean it
Till these muthafuckas bury me
37-40 pull dat pistol packin
Gun
in control, yu-yuh she wanna suck on me
Ya dead mans in my lungs, yu-yuh roll the opps in Loose Leaf
Beat ya ass like Bruce Lee
I get cash, blue
feared by the living
I am worshipped by the dead
Drink the blood of the purest lamb
Shake the world for the Crooked Man
I am feared by the living
I am
you want, just let it bump
Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man
the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
the tribe of shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
and gullible
The news man's not your friend
And the world would be better
If you both were fucking dead
Can't hide all the documents
Can't hide all the names
For
momma said do school work
I was making that tool work
And niggas wanted me dead with a whole lot on my head
Man they hit Big in the passenger, hit Pac
Man nah go dead I hope yuh (Get Yourself A Gun)
I have my own I hope yuh (Get Yourself A Gun)
Nah run again I hope yuh (Get Yourself A Gun)
Chi
in my funeral
Bury me in my jewels so niggas know my life was beautiful (ha)
Illest to write it, all challengers are invited (uh-huh)
They all was
Hah, light ya lighta Damn, I done did some messed up stuff
Rest in peace Tupac I wonder this my last weed I'ma smoke
This for all my dead homies My
a motherfuckin' No Limit Soldier
[C-Murder]
I'm a no limit soldier 'til I'm dead you can't worry me
I represent the tank 'til a bitch nigga bury me
TRU
Defaced it
Scoured
Devoured
Sneaking man at city hall
Rat on a plate is food for all
Dive right in and get a taste
Clogged arteries and civil (w)haste
Bury
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