Lyrics:
the gold Krylon
Yea, and these days days days
They never run away
Gold tints, shades, that block out that golden haze
Take all the gold from the pawnshop
when them cats are make believe
Stop it please, come run wit deez
If you can't feel me, then get up and leave
'Cause I'm automated life flyin', Fate
it's green light it's beam
On
Dead mans hopes and dream
Gone
Tell em don't fuck with V
Run up on who & live where
Run up on who & live where
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
layin dead
But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back
Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat
Hoo wooda said that it wooda helped anyway
Wit mo guns
The revolution will not be televised, brother
There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mae
Pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
somethin that you can cherish
And live by yo own success level and merits
Until the reaper come and run the credits
Credits Credits, Credits, Credits
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
the calls
Who lives like a sheep in the city concrete
Never runs deep and dies from the heat
Coppers and hoods, dead man's stood
It ain't no good when
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
a damn
Everybody screaming it with me, with me
I'll be dead by sunday
I don’t give a damn
I wanna hear you scream
It’s time to live it up
I'll be dead by
wage is 16
July, the 17th, I'll be 18
I don't think I'll live till 19
People say I'm looking so much older than what I am
People laugh at me when I
run, because the run is getting wasted
Young renegades, we're gonna make some changes
You're just a live grenade
Young renegade
You're just a live
as the corpses break the soil
Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead
The dead a-wake; what the populace is fearing
Panic strikes as the nations run in fear
as the corpses break the soil
Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead
The dead awake, what the populace is fearing
Panic strikes as the nations run in fear
pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long gone
Pac Pac run with us, run with
Circled by the wolves, they want me dead
Look me in the eye, I'm no longer afraid
I've come so far, I won't turn away
Let go of the past and live for
dead bitch
You bust up my Chevy and missed now who you playin' with
Its time to face death
Last smoke, last dash you last jump
I'ma let you live
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with
So dem a go a dead even if dem run go inna di Bible
You roll wit' Jesus Christ? Mi have twenty-four disciple
Tech, Ruger, Luger, Brico, Beretta,
When me'd a run town with mi gun inna mi short jeans
You deh a country a plant greens
So you wan' war bad man now?
By all means, when you ready,
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