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Left For Dead Standing By

same shit now The Local Mobb Grill and let y'all niggas know I'm dead I'm serious, somebody can get killed Wait for the fire drill and when you start

find my way back home But the old me's dead and gone Dead and gone, dead and I ain't neva been scared, I live through tragic Situations could been dead

it on the left You hear it on the left You hear it on the left left Left then the right right

left. Don't bring flowers after I'm dead. Don't bring flowers after I'm dead. Save your givings for the living instead. Don't bring flowers after I'm dead

to the back, strap guns. Then double double shot, then a nigga goes stormin' to get the four, and about the block, shoot the spot. And put on muscle for

for paddy Down among the pigs, I played some bonny rigs Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin' When off t'holyhead I wished meself was dead

groceries too The great nations of europe comin through columbus sailed for india found salvidor instead he shook hands with some indians and soon they all were dead

could've told you that We came back home got ready for bed I said to myself I've got one shot left You're still mine and I won't stand in line Behind

believe Congregation gathers Down by the riverside Preacher stands with his Bible Groom stands waitin' for his bride Congregation gone and the sun sets Behind a weepin' willow tree Groom stands