is pure Is heaven just another door? I leave this here I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? And my people say
I make nigga, what's tha sense of workin hard if you never get tp play i'm hustlen' stayin' out till it's dawn and commin' home at 6 o'clock in tha mornin
window on some uptown anthem shit, I'm stressin', but ain't no pressure, I been here before, Fugitive taskforce at my girlfriends' door, Now they checkin
heaven there's no shortage on G's I'm tellin you now, you motherfuckers don't know me "Only fear of death.." "You ghetto niggaz" "Only fear of death
is true Them thug life niggas is a bull Everywhere we go The niggas trippin at the door I want to dance with you You can dance at the party and not get
doing life Begging mama be stressing Shedding tears When her son finally ask that questions Where my daddy at? Mama, Why we live so poor? Why you crying? Heard you late night Throught my bedroom door
I shall not fear no man but God Though I walk through the valley of death I shed so many tears (if I should die before I wake) Please God walk with me
His Life) What the lord have to take him for (Him for) When ya never call you got to go Ya take ya last breathe, death knockin at yo door Too many niggas
from nigga fuck what you 'bout We can get it poppin' Bodies start droppin' Feds start watchin' Niggas start talkin' Death is knockin' At your front door
out the pig pen Motley day goblins brought up pillage to pass the stillness With bad javelin tip dipped inside barrel black magic brilliance Who rose at
what people thought but didn't care Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street She'd paint another masterpiece [Chorus x2] Lucy was 87, upon her death bed At
March, the more the merrier. Get a couple of whores to carry you to the burial. F-R-E-S-H. Fresh to death and keep it def to the left. Well it was Capricorn
I don't think that I should think about the death 'cause I'm still not at death's door I'll never forget this fact even if I'm on the floor 'cause I
Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Polititians
not die. When you realize what's at stake. When you realize you're the one that walked away. And you strayed, severed ties. Mine were always the same. This rival brought your death
not tell me not to give up, Do not wish me any good luck, 'cause I've heard it all before, Now I'm ready to knock at death's door.