Lyrics:
Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim
(To the Gods, to the Gods, to the Earths)
Pass that shit homey
Now tell me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all
orioles of gold
And your body will get cold
And we don't waste time with love
It's just death from above
Your head is on fire, your hands are
was burned,
They found his right leg and the morning gown,
It was still intact but the doctor had gone
What's this fire that burns the wires?
Death by
like overkill
a twisters brewing
heat on the rise
cross hairs lined up
between your eyes
Death by suffocation
gets closer every day
till every
Elliott, remember to forget
Everyone you ever wanted to be is dying the same death
And you'll learn and you'll burn by different fire
Elliott,
Death on two legs and onward!
The gestation has now mutated into what looks like a human
It displays intellect and understands reproduction
We
intense
But each avoid the other's sword
As if by seventh sense
Their muscles ache, their bones are sore
But none of them will yield
They fight
Dr. Death, Kevorkian
Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain
My, Houston niggas, come through for niggas
Scarface get a call and we shooting
wanna web
I just wanna chill but gettin still gettin confronted by ice grills
They learn when I hit 'em with, heat and conspicious
Stunt, just a little
Bonded by blood, in the heat of the fight
Haunted by wolves, creatures of the night
They’re out for blood, screaming your name
Out
eyes
Nobody told me death was so damn fine
I go to sleep with that girl on my mind
Wake up in a sea, I want to fire in line
Grab my heat, then it's
the thermometer, ever kilometer
Rise by heat pressure, your thermostat couldn't measure
Royal Familia, atoms bombs from Asquilia
Dark Ages, so read the page, Mike
are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was
of death
Poly wanna biscuit?
First prize a one way ticket to my shit list
And I spread it like a rumor or a sickness
Stand-by let a chicken head lay
ought to know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!
Fill me up with your heat, with your noise, with your dirt, overdo me
Let
eyes
Nobody told me death was so damn fine
I go to sleep with that girl on my mind
Wake up in a sea, I want to fire in line
Grab my heat, then it's
everything your school
Has taught you, throw it to the dogs.
It's meat that dries in summer
Heat and reeks now of its rot.
It speaks now of the fate
history
A legend you define me
Don Makaveli bitch bow down to Death Row
Fuck what you say we untouchable
Now that we done shook Doc Dre
He ain't made a beat
I smoke
Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me
That's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me
I'm twisted like, Dr. Death
Man this church on fire, feel that heat, feel that heat
Can you hear the choir? Feel that heat, feel that heat
Let's just lift him higher, feel that
refinement
Curse, I know death follows me
But I murder him first
And worse yet
With each breathe
Steps I take
Breathless
Is there a cure for
melted by the heat
liberty on dead end street
you got an iron lion sighin' when you're cryin'
and life goes on
on and on - tomorrow I'll be gone
but
cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it- she in Barbie land (Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by
intense
But each avoid the other's sword
As if by seventh sense
Their muscles ache, their bones are sore
But none of them will yield
They fight
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