. And I'll chase you into the dark With such grace It's never been this hard. I've never fallen. I've never fallen faster. And I'll chase you into the
ill, they didn't come to play Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left Hid in the the bushes, shot the gas tank to fake death But would this really
Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather - Paquiao Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now Now what you boys got a death
Now I'm back, back on 'em like I never, never left Plus the boy right here, I'm fresh to death Woo, Christians on my feet See, I can't fall for Suzuki
promise is death to you And it's true my only fear is I have none My conscience makes me keep me to myself 'cause I blast on And I can fall asleep right
night Wonder why they breathe hate through their windpipes Mu fuckas wanna take it 'stead of give advise Niggaz left me, now I'm living right Tryna cheat death
that's criminal you fake bitches You're lookin' for riches, in the wrong places The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath When you fall
'fore I get down, run myself in the ground 'Fore I put some wack shit out I'm tryin' to smack this one out the park, five thousand mark Y'all steady
that Bring it on nigga to this motherfuckin M-Town Click click boom then you feel your body fall down Don't be trippin wit these Hyde Park gangstas
for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard. I pack a gat, not a slingshot; step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like Rodney King got. Or get beat to your death
y'all niggaz to wear clean undies? See, y'all should've listened to her She knew her son had a big mouth An' someday, death would occur Please, for
, spittin' hazardous darts Up front like Rosa Parks makin' million men march Rage, rock, roll, fight Brawl, fall, rumble Rage, rock, roll, fight Brawl, fall
*police radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and
I Give a nigga up North some ass on a V I And she blackout when she in the mall Got the brand new spring Prada shit in the fall Don't matter what size
' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talking, Mayweather, Pacquiao Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now Now what you boys got a death
'm coming straight from the trailor park That's me out front working on the Skylark I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass And my woman's got babies falling
you are Do whatever you wanna do Just so long as you don't hurt anybody Hurry, hurry, hurry Serial, slaughterin' stranglers Jugglin', jugglin', juggulas Fall
