're deceased Death is oh so strange The past no one can change What you can't predict Is how long you'll exist Open casket - open casket Life will
Traduzione: Morte. Open Casket.
re deceased Death is oh so strange The past no one can change What you can't predict Is how long you'll exist Open casket - Open casket Life will never
can change What you can't predict Is how long you'll exist Open casket - Open casket Life will never be the same Death can never be explained It's their
And now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin crazy Forgive me; they wanna see me in my casket and if I don't blast I'll be the victim of them bastards
't keep my nine straight, Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break, Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row, Outlaw
to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Ain't no block too hot Me and my niggas bout to open
just can't pass death by! (uh-uh!) You can be homie. - Cause. - Neutral. (yeah!) God Body. - Neita. - King. - Zulu. (uh-huh!) One thing about death it
sprung from financial crisis Never ran, I stand amongst the righteous AZ-Q, dark denimy V suits His, arson is lethal, only pardon his people so Just ask it open the closed casket
from financial crisis Never ran I stand amongst the righteous AZ-Q dark denimy V suits His arson is lethal only pardon his people so Just ask it open or closed casket
gas, I'm gasping Clasp full of flames cast in my direction I saw my whole life flash and the possibility of death And a casket passed into the ground,
my gat! They all said my bodies paralized I can feel them crawling on my eyes! And lookin' for the open wounds, the smell of death Now they on the march
dreams stay the same A Dream of Death! Buried alive A Dream of Death! Six feet under A Dream of Death! I smell death around me A Dream of Death! Maggots
a peace treaty Cause I'll be damned if I'm caught slip 'n slidin' with my fuckin' enemy Now it's the time to leave the plan of the dot Open your chest
either Kush or a Sour Diesel, build a casino like Bugsy Siegel So, show your poker face, 'cause if I spit, it's a open case A closed casket for niggas
