against my head? I'm better off dead I'm better off dead I want it over by now Why don't you kill me with your love? I'm better off dead I'm better off dead
my head? I'm better off dead I'm better off dead I want it over by now Why don't you kill me with your love? I'm better off dead I'm better off dead
wild west Side, high noon clock strikes twelve that's high I see haters trespassin' in my town They must be sick in the head They better be quick like Sharon Stone And quicken their dead
a type barber Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who are you For we take off make sure that your seated Billboard
. Do you really want a storybook ending, move on let?s stop pretending. I need you like a hole in the head. I?m thinking that I?m better off dead than
Do you really want a storybook ending? Move on, lets stop pretending I need you like a hole in the head And I'm thinking that I'm better off dead Than
it stays like this And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait Gimme a break How much shit can a nigga take I ain't goin' nowhere no how What you wanna throw down Better
niggas strapped and ready to bomb As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead
bomb As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead
we were dead broke? Thinkin you're choice and your voice sound like you got a stretched throat You're just another duck, a certified buttercup You better
You better know the list before you fall The only paper I read is The Final Call I feed off the bread of life, survive off the bread of life The bread
veterans like Dan & them, you read up on us We better than we ever been, you place your bet upon us We medicine to many men, your men are dead & goners
(feat. Bun-B of UGK) [EightBall] Check 1, 2 Check 1, 2 baby, yeah, uh 1, 2, 1, 2, microphone check, 2 somebody better tells these mothafuckers how we
And I just can't stand to get my feet off the ground (I get so high) And I just can't stand to get my feet off the ground (I get so high) [MJG:] Now
He killed himself!" [Runs over] Joe: "Oh my God! You killed yerself, buddy." M2: "Yeah, I'm dead, man." Joe: "Oh my, oh yer dead." M2: "Yeah, I'm dead
Mr. Lif] Okay, Jose is working in the slaughterhouse Said he's living in the hood, but he wants to get his daughter out Slipped off a ledge, and fell into a machine Another dead
