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That's What You Get

Lil 1/2 Dead

The Dead Has Arisen

1994

loco, and year nine fezzo
And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled
By an looney b.g and hard is steel, so chill
For an second while I wrecked

Drone,
Rasuu, Gotti, Nina Ross, Skails; Seven,
Seven, Seven. (Outta my mind,
outta my mind, outta my mind and outta my brains,
brains) the pain is,

Speaking of which don't hit me regular, bitch hit my trap phone.
Trying to replace the pain for motivation just to get by.
I'm ashamed cause since 11, my

It's about 7: 30 and Mr
Bones is about to swoop
Finna ride by peep the crib of an old coot
Legend has it that his shit is possessed
Marks on his

Your bitch she gon’ thank
Who, who, who, who the fuck tryna stop me, I don’t mind
Who the fuck is tryna get in my enlightened mind
Who says where i’ll go

last scream Wake up dead Inside of my bad dreams
And just when you thought that all this shits done
I pass you to Phvce then he joins the fun
Astral

Winter Warz

Raekwon

Don't Be a Menace to South Central While You're Drinking Your Juice in the Hood

1996

battling, you don't want me to start tattling
All up on the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattling
Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich
Every other day

forgot the name is Paradox
And
Y'all wanna be with the Twitter beef nah we ain't finna box
I got a red dot aiming at your head
Gonna leave you dead
7

year mine, got the domination
Bitch I been done with the advocating
Got my neck hot
Shit radiating
Iced up shit been skating lately
Buck shots bitch got

fitted
Polo bitch, custom fitted
C'mon bitch, ya know I'm with it
Get off my dick like you wan feel it
Zip it, this song for the trenches
Bra don't rush

alive
So seven day, pass out that ten, don't forget when you felt that fire
I had my stick, tried to start hencing, I couldn't shoot 'cause I was shy

a rep
I got shotties for your men
If Obama don't get the spot
It's probably not for him
Enough black men do good to only get shot
That's why I'm good in

Yo yo yo
Hold up men
It’s men at work
Motherfuckin men at work
Came to drip
New patek Phillipe
Why you gon beef?
Better still believe
Why you gon do

ya hear me
I low key be running this shit opps fumbling and shit bitch Nigga get get back
I drop my nuts watch yo step
Purpin wit gang ain't Shit by yo

doing numbers. They mention him/
I really gets it in. Focused on my dividends
So my stock rise and now we envied by many men/ 
It’s the incumbent who

I don't do this shit for you
Do this shit for me
And I'm sick of being used
No more shit for free

Man I live inside a booth 20 years a week
That's

I'm called nigga by
A couple white men (NIGGER)
COs: undercover Aryans
Beat blacks to a pulp like a Barbarian
I told that Nazi "Don't hit me!"
He did it

bitch I move a certain speed
You should move accordingly
Don't hit my line about a dime when you know I need 2 or 3
They got murder on they mind
They got

gotta roll the dice
I used to look at life, as a way to survive
I cut some dead-weight, now all i wanna do is thrive
Coldest desires brought to me by my

nigga
Ha ha haha, fuckin' Machine, bitch yeah

What's poppin', my nigga it's Conway
I promise it's ‘bout to get realer for niggas
Y'all probably not even

I picked the dead hair off my scalp to start the year off
Don't care enough to seek the ones that's wanting me to steer off track
My sack be where

heart, dry your tears
Test your faith, enlarge your years
Grow your soul, 'cause, oh, your soul longs for more love
Like long lost peers
Don't quit

on the way don’t be surprised by how it does
People sendin shots but they got aim like Elmer Fudd,  
Never puttin our another dud 



Hook
Man I can’t 
Stop

Intro:
Yuh... Lilmar

Hook:
When you ain’t dead they wanna see you down bad (nah fr)
Stay on my shit bitch I ain’t goin out sad (dat way)
Crash