Testi:
T S O L Code Blue

with the dead Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red Do what I want And they won't complain I wanna fuck, I wanna fuck the dead And I don't even care

suicide 9-5 showed the vibe wasn't yet Ready to Die Aceyalone had the earth's greatest show Still Wannabemc's act like they don't know It's Survival of

crib,same hood Hoes choose, don't lie Won't die, won't snooze Don't front, don't bruise Peep the game, won't lose Ride a hooptie, hit stores New gear,

come on, hank, sing that song check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a and the rest is f-l-y ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix and

dreams, you don't know who did it I treat the cash the way the government treats A.I.D.S. I won't be satisfied until all my niggas get it, get it? Ain't

't smoke, I might ill Fight a dyke for tryin to steal >from all my niggaz who can't grab, ain't no fun robbin and can't brag Cop grams and hand bags

L.D. buckin' 'cuz T.C. killin' ain't nothin' Tha blues try ta hit ya and you had to keep druggin' On New Year's, tha lights get shut out at six o'clock

to get a meal steady tryin to flip a brick ya girl got the blues you would think i was fuckin crip i sip that crystal shit and smoke a L and at the same

said: "I got way too many blues for any more bad news" I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today they rewrite history I don't believe in yesterday and what's