across the floor Gun hand is sore from choppin the raw And when the jet land smoked up just look right under ya The aircraft carry back half of Colombia
far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August My shit is fresh cause I catch the hottest My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple
want us "Buried Alive", y'all want us "Buried Alive" We gon' write rhymes underground, in the underworld On a fuckin' tombstones, inside the caskets That's Mental Caskets
up on the block Up on the block when I start pullin cards Cuz J will be the barrier 2 Dope will be the carrier And Project Born is wworn to put a bullet
hands are full of hate, I cant carry more I walk around with anger leaving holes in the floor This world became my casket, I was buried alive Abandoned
to grab the gun and made me killa, yeah! [Chorus x2: Jayo] Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that nigga I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga Put
It's gon' feed baby Awwwwwww, it's alright All that, we got it Yo, yo [Verse 1] Feel good? Fantastic Come up in the ghetto with the guns blast, kid Carry
on the evening train I pray that God will give me courage To carry on til we meet again It's hard to know she's gone forever They're carrying her home
She told me, you don't have to date black, and you don't have to marry it But never ever hate black, be proud of it and carry it And even when they put
From inside this plastic casket i took my first breath, and choked on it I thought if im loud enough maybe they'll open it up... So i sang for centuries
close the casket in the drama I leave all the fucking fools instead of drama [Chorus] Knightowl, stick stone, I break my bone But the gun that I carry
down to your lair Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war Those who were sold out by a corporate board Carry the casket Never mind the gun spray Bury the casket
looking happy, don't make me Take your sweet sixteen and turn the ants into a sugar daddy You need a quilt to carry like I need a bitch to marry I pilt
while you in your new whip And turn your brains into Cool Whip Niggas that you running round getting ass with Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket
what you know bout it So bout it...like Master P... but no coward No I am no Howard the duck duck Lead showers, black flowers Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
the difference between my spirit and the man that deceives The imperial to the masses, imperialistic fashions Titaniums and plastics, alkalines and acids From the cradle to the casket
gas over your head struck a match in the hall This will remind you This will remind you This will remind you the burden we carry This will remind you
When the siren's flash is gone And we're left to carry on All the memories are too few When the pastor's music plays And that casket rolls away I could