Top down millionaire fat mediocres Under we stay at the lower orders Kings were dead hundred years ago But in this time talent isn't enough to go Cold
If I had, this chance again I will beat you without mercy, 'Cuz now I know, in this world, There isn't any clemency [2x] Slit your throat!!! Slit your
You're not a man, anymore, 'Cuz you lose control How do you feel, when you hit her?! Maybe you should die!!! [2x] You should say a pray That she's put
m a win! One foot in the grave (grave) the other one in the pen (pen) One hand on the scale (scale) the other one on my extennndo Heartless, empty the
under control They even got shows, Cops, LAPD, Highway Patrol yo yo [A.L.] From the cradle to the grave, they made you a slave Brainwash to kill each other
Corrupt lawyers on the edge overdose in they sleep Addicts so far gone rehab clinic gave 'em release Neighbors gossip 'bout each other when the fake smiles cease Grave
how to misbehave, All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place Took a right on Lindale I'm getting near But then the road became empty and
search for meaning on an empty shelf then you're always dreaming of somewhere else today is just like any other day no fear, no restraint I know that paradise is some other
everything you see ain't really how it be A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile Most cats in
out the trunk and, Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking, Back in the other direction, Po-po came quick then heat up, Niggas blast at each other
mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve
always praise the music of the past Just as the ice-cold wind plays a frosty tune The bed of our love is an empty grave now I'm left with empty memories
thousand death? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets
dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty
As the funeral dirge solemnly plays A grave ravaged by time With one decaying rose Laying subtly on top of the cracked earth Alone in a cemetery of benevolence
use their minds! To see we are running out of time! Hate sparatic, I am lost and socially confused. Graves aligned with poor lost souls, friends I once knew! Faces empty
by 6 [FLESH:] I'm a empty the clip and dip/ For fuckin' with me you get your wig split/ Remember the silence... [EMMORTAL THUGS:] in other words
can hear It?s another day older In These Exiled Years Walk away, watch me as I wave One foot here, but sure the other?s in the grave Walk away, walk
