Lyrics:
few rocks
Kuz I'm seeing bloody faces going in shock
So why waste time on therapy
For the dead white man they'll bury me
Treat a nigga like I'm Cherokee
don't need no sleep
I'll sleep when I'm dead, you can bury me
I'll sleep when I'm dead, you can bury me
I guess I'm going home
'Cause all my cash is gone
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
and placin' the gun to her breast
Bury us both deep and maybe we'll find peace
And pullin' the trigger, she fell 'cross the dead cowboy's chest
Out in El
than the sky
We measure time by
Go on, be a hero,
I set you free
Your stagehand lovers
Have conquered me
They'll send yu carnations
While smiling
but I'll fight until it's dead
I have asked the man that made the world to help me with my life
I should listen to him more because he is always right
that's bad about the life that we live
A mans worth is measured by the amount that he give
And if you ain't got money, you ain't daddy to your kids
And if
didn't work the first time that's how I feel
Protest levels up to the riots they seem excited to bury ya
It's just another nigga dead living in America
team's sleep
Harlem, mob style, we run shit
Sheet rock, bury niggas for dumb shit
Grenades, bombs and rocket launchers
The smell of dead bodies
The odor
Gi
Yu
Jin
Rei
Makoto
Meiyo
Chugi
HEY!
You thought I was dead
But I'm back from the grave
The vengeance is all mine
My soul still remains!
K-K-K-Kill it
and three children. More details at 10.
We can't bury this man without prayer!
There is nothing to pray for sir.
He has entered a much better world then
a muthafucka make it rain, now it's cocaine
If you see me on the dope train, I'm the dope man
Cigarettes in muh right hand, ready to make a stain
Old folks
a motherfuckin' No Limit Soldier
[C-Murder]
I'm a no limit soldier 'til I'm dead you can't worry me
I represent the tank 'til a bitch nigga bury me
TRU
man without a soul
Wearing a crown that no one ever sees
Hail the king
Speaking of spite and misery
You point the blame at me
Defy the faith
Defined by
then they bury ya, the niggas walk away
Wish I can bring my nigga back for 1 day
And take him by the daycare to see his son play
And go to show him how
Price tag on my head (Aye)
Nice bag on my bed (Aye)
Room dripped in my lead (Aye)
Third eye on the feds (Aye)
Oops bitch I ain't dead (Aye)
I know
target
Rag man by his garments
No point debating
Hence why dead or alive
I'm the greatest
Ahead of my time man
Your so outdated
Eradicating pagans that I
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
You're not like Mary
You've got many dares, they may vary
Your forfeits don't ever scare me
Aero Man, With the carry
Your dead body I will bury
Your dead
Killah Priest
King Mu'tazila
Landed on a sick canvas
Now I roll his dead planet head bandaged
Sent through the God's commandment feel m
I
tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By
This be the sinz of man. The sinz of men and women.
The tree of life. The tree of good and evil.
My mind sometimes be haunted by my memories
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it
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