these judgin' niggas no resistance I'm a hit you with a beam at a distance In a instance, this shit is gonna change, and I'm in this [F] Why we gotta
tha night my posse prepared to sneak up when im early up creepin nothin' is sleepin but silence and i got all me peeps wet got to hell tales wha we hail
hell his brain swelled It filled with liquid in october, trouble and on a bus to ac When I saw his grave, I had the cubans so I doubled him And affirmed
a mental bond shared Been through so many struggles only to persevere Remember when we hustled, knowing the 1st was near That's when that money doubled
Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates Collapse further states, my track preserve tha grave Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake i
like lightnin' 'Round there on the double play? I'd look over in the stands and Marilyn would see me And she'd smile and wave Hell, no, Coach Lombadi, this
there's hell below I think we all gonna go (Chorus) Verse 3 (Master P) Tell me is this heaven, is this hell I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral
to my eyes and said, "nigga Is it time for change, niggaz ain't livin in this dope game" So we jumped into this rap game And laid it down to
'm a southside rider can't fuck with no ratas, punk ass chavala "this is for the raza," you ain't got no palabra this one goes out to all my homies doing
trunk of your shit So nigga bump this and I bet you bump a bitch With the quickness cos I'm quick to kick some dope shit K-n-o-double c-o-u-t will always
but I be Foamed out And all she want is more bags, but all I want is more 1s I told her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's Cory
move round like lightnin' on the double play I'd look over in the stands and Marilyn should see me and she'd smile and wave Hell no Coach Lombardi this
and still life is a bitch. Losin' snitch like camey fake beggar. Jim baker. I take you're life like the undertaker. Flipmode money-maker, make that kill for this
rising from the grave to put my double cross to shame A poison rush, a heart attack A white assassin painted black, you'll fear this reaper coming back
my way, deathrace king At one with my pain, to get more kicks! With a motor running inside my head This demon fever.. gotta get fed! All Hell is roaring
' Well, hangin' on the curb puffing herb Straight hustlin' night and day, gotta get my nine Strappin' up my glock and hoody, I'm lookin' for goodys on your block This is
s and X's In seconds, I kill em the gentless Been slangin since carpenters use ? SKS's, leave em chestless Inside connects to get they addresses Request this, put on the hell
mad roll Nigga's can't fuck wit tha real shit hell naw, keep yo' fuckin ears open listen for hell's call E-X-P the motha fuckin' grave digga Wig