Real G shit Who wanna fuck with the unfadable, dead man? Body count deeper than a vietnam veteran So whatcha lookin at? So what I'm dead bitch? Got the
Real G shit Who wanna fuck with the unfadable, dead man? Body count deeper than a vietnam veteran So whatcha lookin at? So what I'm dead bitch? And
do the time, and I'll keep handlin yo' business That's the way it's supposed to be Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me Homie, I can remember
at century clubs Watching superstars sworn over Thug Life You took a youngin fromt he Crest Side, world wide Real thizzness [?] when you died Im a real
like this Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket And beyond, recognize thug shit Poundin
shouts out to my muthafuckin' homies: Alex Abbiss, Billy Bill, muthafuckin' Stef, Dirk, my homie Jumpsteady...my muthafuckin' partner Rude Boy...my muthafuckin' homie
time to get in that ass Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be acting like you don't see me Believe me man you don't know me [Blaze:] I
comin' for real And it's the raw deal Keep ya hands low or watch ya cap get peeled Where ya gonna be when the phantom's floating after ya In the zone muthafucka! People running Dead
, Esham) [Chorus:] Err'ybody get your Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off Me I be a G from way
a true nigga, please do nigga Betta inquire from a few niggas Cuz bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead four-fifth
nigga, please do nigga Betta inquire from a few niggas Cuz bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead four-fifth in the
girl had the leather balmer Around the time Mike was moon walkin' Now I write the shit that'll have the whole hood talkin' Hit ya shit up I'll make ya
the shit y'all got and wanna blast me what! [Bulldog] Y'all motherfuckers know me, homie The one and only Sick beef stick to your bitch like baloney, homie
s 2 compton motherfuckers, 2 compton muh'fuckas Geah, G-g-g-geah, G-g-g-geah, Nigga It's 2 compton motherfuckers G-g-geah, G-g-geah, 2 compton motherfuckers
a true nigga, please do, nigga Betta inquire from a few niggas 'Cause bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead four
anthem like this Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket And beyond, recognize thug shit
for the year 2g I want y'all niggas to say hello to the bad nigga, uh Hoo-bangin', what's up Geah Ya know this ? ? ? muthafucka's life ain't shit Right