Lyrics:
What makes it right or wrong
Well I can't seem to make peace with it hun
Let time make us forget
I'll be a stranger to you or be dead
I'll be
Who's at fault? Who said what?
Dead men walk, Dead men talk
Late night walk take the long way home
Ain't my block that's the wrong way home
Bruised
You better dead those tears, uh, they say the end is near
And I doubt that they were talking about this can of beer
Get on the purple motorcycle
Gangster of love
I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
smoking on big gas ride on my high horse porche with the wig back hold up, scheme plot scheme nigga get money that’s what OG said now my OG's dead. Hollow
just two strong laces in the Lord's big boots
Well, I never cared for homos much until I reared me one
But now I've learned to love
I love my dead
just two stray laces in the Lord's big boots
Well, I never cared for homos much until I reared me one
But now I've learned to love
I love my dead
wise men dead
But on that blessed evening
My great great great great great great granddad
He saved those kings
Now granddad made his living
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
hallway
I made a choice, I ain't going out the wrong way
Should've been dead by my 23rd Birthday Oooh
I done lost a lot of love for some brothers I used
with big homie
Clutching bad bad by Ernest house
Can't name a nigga I told on
Can't name a nigga that tipped me
Cause they know like I know
By next week
a big house with a elevator
Probably on lake, about 4 or 5 gators
Long drive way, about 5 or 6 acres
House by the whites even though they're racist
8
a crush
I swear my love
Take me out this dead end bus
No it's not more
than just a crush
I swear my love
Take me out this
Cause I just wanna
Get to know
Never taking advice
That's what they said right? That's what they said right
Prove em all dead wrong, til the day I'm dead right
Artificial red light
of a paddy wagon
I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dead
a big Flinstone lump on the side of my head
they took my picture and my finger prints
I said wait
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
Car got impounded cause a nigga was drunk
Fuck, I left the dead body in the trunk
Car got impounded cause a nigga was drunk
Fuck, I left the dead
dead rappers by the thousands, all these dead rappers make mountains, dead men
Yeah, It ain't no secret, you don't like me and I don't like you
floor it
All alone, smoking zaza in big portions
Dead man walking and his pocket full of corpses
Feel like I'm going to hell and all the people here
mask out
I rep my fucking fam, big mascout
Some niggas did me dirty
So I took my mask off
Then I lit his ass up
And told Casper dash off
Now you dead
[Verse 1]
Once I had a friend by the name of Jones
cnd his idea sure was wrong
I [took?] ol' Jones for my personal friend
You see what Jones has done
alone
King on the throne they won't love me til I'm dead and gone
All the stress and the emptiness I feel inside
Voices in my head conflicting me I got
Or shoot it off the curl
Prove 'em wrong, still got some unbelievers
Stronger from last season
Big Panda you know I'm eating what's up!
It's Brad Beal, dead
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