stone Before Ive made a choice of my own So save your breath cause youll need it when you hang from a rope Cause of death: Obvious from your suicide note The last words
be number one. (won't be number one) SO! Save your breath, cause you'll need it when you hang from the rope. Cause of death: Obvious from your suicide note. The last words
number one. (won't be number one) SO! Save your breath, cause you'll need it when you hang from the rope. Cause of death: Obvious from your suicide note. The last words
my foes No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown My unknown tendencies to mash my car Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump Why niggaz run I'm the last
(feat. Killer Priest, Masta Killer, Method Man, ...) [Intro: Method Man] Shout out to Morocco, what's going down? This your boy, Meth, Mr. that is Capital
hard like a butch lesbian You thought that we was done this is where the test begins You feminine like estrogen riding the style like equestrians This specimens invisible like ice
the heat close to my flesh May I say these last words to my enemies passing the Earth? Laughing at my passion and merge, "Ok, kill me if ya'll wanna"
Makin killas say he's too sick when he do shit But I'm on some new shit, and it's too late the fuse lit I treat my nine like a new bitch And the shit
last breath Read your last rites - God, forgive me for the sin I'm about to commit - takin a life Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else
niggas gettin blood sap I'm kill tracks, panties sippin conignac Stay tense, hectic thoughts, pullin guns out my trench Momma said they put a jinx on me The only way you kill
These niggas kill me, ya cats better feel me Those stupid ass ways, get three holes like some looseleaf You want beef? It's useless, clip be nine ruthless I kill
my spine Say grace and at the same time, embrace my nine We ball like ghetto children in life tournaments Lusting for platinum chains and ice ornaments
Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone [Raekwon & (Masta Killa)] Wave ya gun, Killa
can build you an ark My words are rather kind you keep them held in contempt Looking for a nine and then a droid you can tempt Zombie, zombie, zombie,
dough Hold your toaster low, business never personal Just some words to know, if you run the streets Come in peace or leave in pieces Even Jesus was killed
man dies once, a coward dies a thousand times Your b**** a**es on nine hundred and ninety nine You only got one more, you better make it last Before
