Never again will I look your way You beg for mercy on your knees No remorse, you're dead to me You're dead to me, you're fucking dead to me I gave you
Who was given a seat in the stand Who was breaking away from the pack Who was only a stranger at home Who was ground down in the end Who was found dead
boy might Pull out the heater, for him there's nuttin sweeter Eight to your head, from his nine millimeter Roy had a thing about young black males He wanna see em dead
razor throat Break through Break loose from the adversary Combatant apathies Down face Chapter three Accumulated storms of concern Conceal Like pollutants that invoke cancer
the hospital wit less then a dozen t-cells left Chorus [canibus] Yo I went from "killing them softly" to killing them harshly Minorities from
than liquid nitro is Five thousand degrees hotter than flame throwers I reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck mics Disconnect your windpipe by cuttin' your neck with a knife Rip through, everything from
, and we wont let go We relax too much in the afterglow But we're alive at the Marquee Live at the Marquee So we all die of cancer For a few dead flowers
off your cowboy pants Here's your chance to advance Get in your stance I'll shot the holster off your cowboy pants [Bizarre:] Back from the studio boy
got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents Rich bankers with criminal connections Dope pushers in cia working with dope pushers from cuba working with a big time Syndicate from
and smiled and got Double crossed by lowlife goons and agents Rich bankers with criminal connections Dope pushers in cia working with dope pushers From cuba working with a big time Syndicate from
product of cap-it-a-lism. I can unpack the prisons, and turn religion back to we livin' I can stop the bloods from pillin' caps and the crypts from pillin' back
never thought I'd see the day They've got me by the throat I'm force-fed all the answers My paranoia spreads like cancer I'm so far from all my problems
sirens) (car screaching) (all goes quiet) woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo yeah yeah am back on the streets yeah yeah gonna blow away all the creeps ha ha am back
ain't answered problems ain't resolved Like if Drag really a gang member, or just involved Y'all can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the cause of the causes I rob from
, like the last ones So they can get they rocks off, sound they glocks off Light my blocks off, gangsta nab niggaz bump cops off Drunk from red scotch, got a dead
every move Until you load up, and put hollows through every wound I'm from a place, where it ain't no love Niggaz'll peel you from the back, so it ain
one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets From sun down to sun up on y'all Mama said, "Keep bullshittin' they'll kill you dead" One week
I come kid, dead to the hood Till I'm in the dirt, foul cats like termites Come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper Dead niggaz react later while the cancer