Lyrics:
(welcome hard up with it to my life) ??
[Chorus: x4]
Welcome to the ghetto
(welcome hard up with it to my life)
From across the seas comes cocaine
use my head
You'll never hit the point, I'm saying wake me when I'm dead
Chorus (2x)
Wake me when I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm dead
This life is
down" m'kay
A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alcohol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't
dead!
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Like it was meant to be
So you think you found the key
And own all the answers
Come to me, my faithful sons
Angels,
and fuck ya life up
I hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write up
Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?
I spend a long time tryna build
stay by the gate you are given
And remain in your place, for your season
And had the overfed dead but listened
To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom
static
Bright red eyes of the alcoholic monster
Dead-ass bitch mutilated in the dumpster
Life signs keep coming up flatlines
Catch me on the flip
Side
a reservoir dog
Into this microphone,
Possessed by Biggie - I’m dead wrong
For not goin’ HAM on these mumbling clones
Destroying the genre I love, I’d put
burning wings are reconquering the sky
in the name of the rising sun
the night is dead, mutilated by spears of dawn
clouds are painted with blood
Mask worn by the miserable
Fuck the world I'm untouchable
My birth was Gods fumble
Going hard until my body crumbles
My whole life my goal was to flip
evil
Yeah yeah
Life over death
Yeah yeah
Dem nuh go see Di rasta man
Dead yet
Eye always red yeah
Boom
Good over evil
Yeah yeah
Life over death me seh
Sovay Sovay all on a day
She dressed herself in man's array
With a brace of pistols all by her side
To meet her true love, to meet her true love,
And the fans never fanned out
The plans never planned out
Your man is not your man's now
He looking at himself like he's the man now
You standing by
a place
Vaguely foreign to mine
My job is to find
All the pieces left behind
Alive with the dead
a ghost from the future
Revived by super humans
Color my
what your life is like mines is real
Dogtown that's where I'm from no bitching We never run
In my hood you you live by the sword but you die by the gun
tell the truth, but they ain't listen
Now he got some money on his head, niggas end up dead
It be the loudest in the room, that's gon always tell
And burn my stuff
No one knows what I have done
Pain and hate
Like a river of
Magma falling
Dead by dead
Shaping great
Walls of flesh
My decay
My silence
My
I no some niggaz want me dead
But I'm a killer by myself
Want play no games
I up this fire
This a bitch a burn you
While she twerking
Stack it up
glisten, chain drippin', lane shiftin'
Riding dirty dirty, got that thang, know I stay grippin'
Facin' life with it or without it bitch it's same
We'll wander off through the dead of night
Past wastelands of shattered souls
Warm by my firelight
I peer into the darkness alone
As the Indian
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all.
We going to swing it like this
I'm right in front of my front steps
up get plucked like ashes
Drive by's drive by night and day
The homie grill in the drive by night and day
For what the fuck we believe in nigga, we
the crack scene with seventeen in my magazine
Illegitimate Ritalin look its baby Ben
Life hanging by the thread of his foreskin
The morphine got me numb now
I'll the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive
Gloria Gaynor on you motherfuckers, I Will Survive
You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick
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