Lyrics:
about no karma
Lived in hell before I'm dead
Paved my way, live for my friends
Fly straight off the asphalt, ain't talkin' planes
Know a Cuban link but I
Young black boy, goes by the the name of Wayne
16 turned insane, he lost his brain
After seeing big bro slain
They killed him and snatched his chain
the moonlight
Come to my town you dead by midnight
Gotta get it how you live
Hustlin gotta pay bills
First of the month
No food for the kids
Ski mask duct tape I
straight jacket just came unloose
I'm reporting live this is (BREAKING NEWS!)
The lunatics now run the asylum
The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up
of you that still linger
I am a VCR a funeral of dead memory waste
I'm a VCR a funeral of dead memory waste
You can see it on my face i'm a VCR funeral
Pinewood apartments
This murder shit run through my bloodline
My Detroit family passed some demons to my soul I can’t escape
Verse 1
Somethin’ bout this
afraid to touch it
The sheets were hot dead prisons
And she was beside me
Old, she's not, young
Her dark white hair
Her white soft skin
Now, run
a motherfuckin' No Limit Soldier
[C-Murder]
I'm a no limit soldier 'til I'm dead you can't worry me
I represent the tank 'til a bitch nigga bury me
TRU
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
I'm dead. I'm dead. Yeah, I'm already there
I'm here by myself. I'll live by myself
I'll die by myself. That's facts for the frail
I'm dead. I ain't
in these ditches
You know last year a lotta Slobs made a mistake
They couldn't wait to join a gang so their lives to be take
By me - another down be -G
in these ditches
You know last year a lotta Slobs made a mistake
They couldn't wait to join a gang so their lives to be take
By me - another down be -G
backwards is just Another Nigga Dead
Your grandfather wasn't a kills
He was one of them fiends
Your daddy wasn't even a shooter he
Used to run from them beams
speak when I'm here
The dead hit sprints when I hum
Why you actin' so dumb? Bitch, you know I got the fuss
I'm live from the 310
You ain't got bling,
chatting for girls, they don't put Ammi on scales
Them man there, them man bad in a group they ain't run a man down by themself
Shoo shoo
You was in
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
[Fredro Starr]
The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of rap
Right now I'm not inspired by rap
Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron
Whole squad getting money this is love this love
Look we live by the motto
Run it
Run it
Run it up
Transplants got the city on smash
See them gangs
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Something is amiss in the syndicate
Find out how we run it, it's just politics
Give it to the brodie he on top of it
Run the senate, delegate it like
when them cats are make believe
Stop it please, come run wit deez
If you can't feel me, then get up and leave
'Cause I'm automated life flyin', Fate
to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride
paid taxes learned at 16 they moved bricks faster
And I was with we was in the hoopty
Didn't want to be caught dead in that mothafucka literally
I gotta run up this bag
Protecting the brand (Kevlar)
FN's have the extended mag
I need that Za when I land (Za-Za)
Fuck niggas can get the issues
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