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bullshittin Considering my position my opposition Gave me lots of vision In pots I'm pissing Still niggas try to make me missing I christen the dead Run
on them With her head in her hands There's only one thing that the dead understand that it's better to be alive Now what you gonna do stick your head
you gonna do When we come through when you Yeah, shock body like What you gonna do when we come through, Kweli Uh, yeah, BK MC, like what you gonna do
standin' by They take you order for the slaughter of the family, why? Do they make it so hard for a man to provide You better get wit it, or stand to
The proud Stand tall or don't stand at all, c'mon Uhh, yeah Break it down What we do? We survive, it's more than pride We stay alive, ready to ride
cause they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will this baby shine? Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from
gossip silly digits White kids buy it, it's a riot when we talking about pimping Or sipping on old English brew or whatever they think we do Spraying
and trash And if you poor you black I laugh a laugh they won't give when you ask You better off on crack Dead or in jail, or with a gun in Iraq And it
warm With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive
you not alive, watch for the snakes, 'cause they got to survive Don?t acknowledge the lies, or the gossip Stay true to yourself And don?t do what your
rap spectacular cohesion casting curses and articulate verses [Aceyalone] what do you do when there's no response to your distress signal when your SOS is busy is he dead or alive
mouth wide Soul, legs and the body Spirit from me now, rise I arrive to take lives and tell lives I'm wanted dead or alive, cause when the needle cries
, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder Yo, top 5 dead or alive's what
firesome to rip your eardrum for many years to come professional style thinkin' rational to move wise so hard it's a wonder y'all alive... [Q-Tip:] ...And still breathin', niggaz is dead
throw me a surprise party for every rhyme Every time I do it, I do it dirty like swine For the dirty and fine, hip-hop, I'm alive! I'm a lyricist to
brother Chris Butler, stay up homie If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you To my brother
is it right here baby! You know what it is Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck