did Strap a bomb Kill your friends Take your life Do it for Allah Dead Now you're dead Blown to pieces No-one cares Walking dead
, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse Let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller Kill
down, they throw bricks Why I come through and tell 'em to blow dick These nigga's the nicest? No, go fish Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit You're treated and competed, walk
, uh, yeh, uh, check it out yo Y'all niggas say what y'all wanna say Feel how y'all wanna feel Who give a fuck, dog, kill who you wanna kill Just keep
's just reality, yeah Yeah, make you a deal, check These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead
Hala sheiki, ha lini falla Mili ha lan shi inni mala We getting Arab money We getting Arab money Now there ain't no way that you can kill a beast dead
dreams go down the drain now. (While their dreams go down the drain now) Are we really living, or just walking dead now (Are we walking dead now?) Or
action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit As we walked
They say she a dime, I say she underrated I just met her so the next solution Dead my old chick, execution Yo, what's up, girl? Ain't gotta ask it I dead
rich and turn punk But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't worship money That's not what counts, kill or be killed Somehow I have to buy mama house
want me in the ground, but I won't stop. 'Til I'm dead, man, I won't stop. No. Yeah, they talk. Yeah, they talk. They don't walk the walk I walk.
I'm sharp as Blueray, I fuck her today, Then she gotta skate, Young Lupe, I hit the beat hard, Bobby Bouche I keep them tools on me, Get the screwface, Flowers for the dead
Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky Nigga, don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter
It was all good just a week ago Niggas feel theyselves And then watch the throne drop Niggas kill theyselves What niggas gon' do ho? This a new crack
clean enough' but rappers aint mean enough? Enough lashes like I aint seen enough On the real, this is like the Neo-Emmitt Till Whistling- Get yo f-cking ass killed
well For the white horse of heroin will ride you to Hell, to Hell Will ride you to Hell until you are dead Dead, brother, dead This is a revolution
