Lyrics:
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
nigga
They give me your head, nigga
Nigga play and he lay in his death bed
Fresh to death he a dead man
My shooters try knock off his fro (baow)
and into the din and the glare
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks dog dirty and loaded for bear
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave
muhfucking house
Eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell 'em what the doormat
to a better place
Mississippi winds keep calling
Fourteen years since I seen you all
The boss man's heavy hand keeps fallin'
God I'd rather be dead
Spoken :
all her friends how she wanting my baby man that shit was crazy
Forever fuck a nigga dead nigga iont like
You gone get smoked if you think we gone fight
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em
Real dead man out in Valley Park, I done arranged killers
Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks,
or die
Make the hardest motherfucker cry when
A MC pass by
I flip rhymes off the top of my head just
Like Raid I spray MC's until they dead
A vocal
my man layin dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again, hold ya head and stay
He should meditate up on being up to blocked
By arrows, rifles, spears and swords
Being carried away by surging waves
Being thrown in to the midst
a different Howie Roseman, an under dog!
Doug Pederson, when Doug Pederson was hired
He was rated as the worst coaching hire
By a lot of freakin' analysts out
catch
Bury me a bitch, you get your soul snatched
Fuck that lil bitch, all we gotta say is blat
Walk on a nigga, call him dead man
Lul 00 posted in
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by a highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled, pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car doors
why, sometimes I see me and see a dead man walk
Who really understands my pain
I got way too comfortable, thought I couldn't lose when I been lost
This
to stay strong
When the world’s breaking down
Feet stuck in the mud
Head up in the clouds
My heart's out for blood
Mind’s crippled by doubt
This old dog
Redman's song
Suddenly, the stub of a dead man's arm
From a midget reaches out from under the car
It's J.D., This motherfucker won't die, neither
Dre
the streets
A pint of Guinness to kill your kidneys
I meant liver, fuck
Love living superior
By the Hudson river
Beat break so cold, make em fucking shiver
Like
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
that a good man
Walking down that street with that money in his hand
Is that a good man?
Why do you dog him
If that was yo father, tell me, would you
Man I hope yall can excuse me for a lil' minute man
Just sitting here thinking bout my little partner
Who just got killed man its wild tho
How
furry pants
War paint, circling a duralog
Boar face, devil by his side like a service dog
Schlock purist, watch the block burneth
One o'clock prophets
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