forest to desert, a land of stress cats, dogs, cows, pigs - dead is dead you gorge on the chemicals they're being fed satisfied with your selfishness dead is dead is dead
to desert, a land of stress cats, dogs, cows, pigs - dead is dead you gorge on the chemicals they're being fed satisfied with your selfishness dead is dead is dead
the stage when we show up Laf-Tex and Dead End, got this rap game so'd up See that Benz on twins, crawling like a spider Flashing off dividends, pulling
leave a scar, Dead End outlaw Coldest you ever saw, rough, rugged and raw A step above the law, but I don't gangbang I pull out that thang, and I let
, jettin with Denny, blunted to fresh paint MC's, steady squeeze 'til the heater is empty We get B's 'til they think that bleedin people is trendy When
nigga can't change, If you don't break a b*thc then your game is lame mane. See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth, so everywhere I go b*thces
gutter magic Today my heart beats only out of habit Check it, it's like.. My man Jus used to keep an ox between his teeth Said he could spit it with pinpoint
Check 'em, develop a chick is a pig Because mad niggaz bitches They put they lips around a nigga dick (Come on niggaz) Did they tell me how my dick is
kan niet geloven wat je ziet Een gebied vol verdriet een hele wijk is failliet Een bandiet die weer schiet in de rondte voor niets Het is een plek waar
) When your on it you'll keep goin down (goin down) And there's noone to hold on too And there's noone to pull you out You keep on fallin (falling)
from? That's the question I ask Distraction got struck pull their heart out their ass To blast this nuclear, when the crew appears So sheek shelter, the only helpful advice Is
your mind and stay rich Pops used to say boy dont let them niggas see your weakness If a fool get outta line with you knock him off his feet quick Why is you showin yo teeth
a toast Fine women playin us close Underground to the street level Money and jewels we embezzle Never play the fool for the devil The temptation is there
it's done Don't let it hold you back But you've already said No dead flowers gonna grow 'Til the dirt gets wet Put the elevator music on Pull me
Blood trails running down the stairs i chase the wounded one and pull her back by the hair why i do not know how this became my life my eyes are shut
is straight. I mean it's great And now I'm rollin' heavyweight And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane And makin' ends to Biz is like (just)
look He got beef with gold teeth so now you're a crook Flash the lights, pull to the right Put up a fight, well say night night, cause Roy boy might pull
just standing and you're clapping as you burn your bed. Hey. Hey, hey. This is the end. Hey. Hey, hey. Leave me for dead. Leave me for dead. Leave me for dead
