times were hard There is a difference between you and me The quick and the dead Which one will you be? The quick or the fucking dead Life is hard you
mess of your crew quick The spirit Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead
truth Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs and Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers who was quick
could fuck with me and my crew" Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga Flashin on niggaz Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life But we Outlaw Immortalz
over time you know...but uh all i can do now is reminisce [Verse One] Look at my homeboy lying there dead in the street His eyes wide open and it's fucking
shit Them niggas be rushing and bucking I still be ducking and fucking 'em up quick It's the Bayside (Massacre) The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and
that I was a winner or a loser Only did the due to have fun and only got with the crew because it seemed natural to have one Captured the life in the
my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam Dealers and thugs on my team with many 14's Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and
Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin Time caught up quick,
crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR) Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??) Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions
because you're walkin dead I'll burn your house down like a fuckin Talking Head And get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain Disections [HA!] may [
celsius I make Emcees melt, Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself" "Canibus is the type to fight for mics, beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life
away from dips Next to the mack and the lil' homey talkin shit He quick to blast on that ass, blood puddles in the grass I thought "Make sure he dead, come back and
comin out the gate slow Pimpin and and pandlin, hoe handlin the whole bit Killers move in silence, nigga, I don't talk shit I see them loudmouth niggas keep gettin dead And
these corners tearin' niggas in halves And niggas try to plot plex, and play me But I be poppin' cops and busta niggas on a daily I got my shady, shady niggas like an oak tree And
murder if I have to and I had to so I blasted the two in front and got the last few No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power and regulates the Westside
keeping it dope yo' Niggas just bark for some Kibbles and Bits Niggas don't know about this lyrical shit ?Life or death?, Renegades, Realer and Flic' Coming through your town and
