be like they are Come on baby...don't fear the reaper Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper Baby I'm
spot, I said we aim to If we don't climax we can't blame you Told shorty ridin shotgun, ain't that true? It must have hit her off guard, she wasn't ready
should go and try to boost their monthly income Speaking over beats is the only time I feel complete I don't hear the weak and I don't fear defeat So
't seem to find it I see fear in my eyes, Lord tell me why, am I Searchin' for my soul, but I can't seem to find it I see fear in my eyes, Lord tell me
shelf I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees Just pass the cheese, please don't
sincerly yours, truly B9, behind, your blinds Behind your door, you want war? Don't think so, you know my M-O Beretta 9, black Rambo Big guns, extra ammo
[Chorus x4] [ShoGun Assason] Man Only Fears, Many Only Fears [Frukwan] Niggas that know not can't get, don't got [x4]
dun [Prodigy] It makes you sick to hear the mobb bang like this Infamous for the world to hate or play this Don't give a fuck if you can't rock to this
rotted corpse 100 molotovs to cause a jungle holocaust Don't fear the reaper cause I'm just a fact of life You should fear cause once you're dead I'll
we go? Infinity - Where do we go from here? Guns spitting (out the) message of peace everywhere Is it really that we don't care? See mercenaries of fear
the game, too If we don't climax, we can't blame you Told shorty riding shotgun, ain't that true? It musta hit her off guard, she wasn't ready Mind was
aim to blame our sons and I done seen down the barrel of a strap before but I don't wanna die no mo', I fear the reaper help us Jesus, help to keep us
I came to bring the pain My nigga your brains hang If you don't maintain like a freight train, (kill em all) Don't let me call all my gangstas, we bang
aim to blame our sons And I done seen down the barrel of a strap before But I don't wanna die no mo', I fear the reaper Help us jesus, help to keep us
, sincerly yours, truly B9, behind, your blinds Behind your door, you want war? Don't think so, you know my M-O Beretta 9, black Rambo Big guns, extra
T.S., ain't nobody else We probably Dove 'cause we all way on top of the shelf I'm lockin' your wealth with the master keys, freeze Don't try to breeze
go and try to boost their monthly income Speaking over beats is the only time I feel complete I don't hear the weak and I don't fear defeat So what you
