Lyrics:
Dead Presidents III
Not to be confused with Growin' Pains III
Logic this Logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack
Logic just don't give a fuck,
[Fredro Starr]
The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of rap
Right now I'm not inspired by rap
Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron
Rejected by the ones who live the lie
They've failed to indoctrinate
Harass and lie, commiting mental homicide
A plague Exterminate
They've crossed
by a barrage from a M-16
But to each his own, choose you mobile phone
Choose a tailored suit, the luxury home
You'll never get caught, 'cause you
our bunkers underground
Overstocked them with supplies
In this war we want to survive
There are no heroes fighting by our side
Run
For your lives
Run
Crossing the line in the dead of night
Five years old and on the run
This ain't no game, boy, don't make a sound
And watch that man with the gun
owner? I'm a real live man
You a persona, now I'm a goner
Call my momma, and the coroner
Mr. Gun Man, your plan is workin'
'Cause niggaz is dyin'
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
boy
[Verse 1-DJ Paul:]
Now as I run through tha trees with my infiltry
I got my M16 and my artilary
I got my full blooded soldiers in tha back
chatting for girls, they don't put Ammi on scales
Them man there, them man bad in a group they ain't run a man down by themself
Shoo shoo
You was in
money I got (I run New York!)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah,
The valkyries
Riding their wolves, surrounded
By thousands of crows,
The valkyries are down on Earth
Dead on the stake
For all the condemned
Verse 2
stoned and feelin' no pain
Now here I am straight and sittin' in the back
Hitting 16 Parkside Lane
The driveway was the same as I remembered
Boss moves when I step
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Done dirty by a few
I've live and learn from them mistakes
These man two face
I do or die till I'm dead
enough trying to live your life
But not following your dreams made you dead inside
If you don't love what you do."
It's not right, it's not right for you
get paid."
No one can understand me - the black sheep
Outcasted from my family, now packin heat
I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
have it
Fuckin' with this bad mamma-jam-it
Yeah, I threw this shit in reverse
Grab a nine, by my side
Who ride? Bonnie & Clyde, nigga
Thinking
takes its toll
Dump your mind by the side of the lake
Cuz our lives, our lives were never ours to take
Money's all it takes to run this place
They're
don't give 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
When they laid you out, on the metal table
They got the suit right, but they weren't able to erase the glare
You've been dead for 16 years, a myth
you, bitch
Blast you in your head, make sure you dead
'Cause I don't want you to live
My words of wisdom:
The weaker the victim, the bigger
sea
Mi rather stay by di pool
Popcaan, yuh never tell dem di Gaza schedule
(ah) everday woman a run mi dung for mi tool
(awoh)
Mi love di mate dem weh
as
The dead destroy their lives
They die
Hollowed bodies heap, empty carcasses
Innards are devoured by the mob of ghouls
Remaining living flee the horde
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
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