Lyrics:
I'm sorry for your loss
It's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of yours
The writing all across the window in the walls
Whether it was
a law Oh)
Cause thats the only way we get down
I give my arms and my legs to
The game I'm ahead of the game
I dead any mane if he said any thing but it's
a game?"
"Just like old times" but now
Nothing feels the same
Thought that I was in for something good
Not horror, now
He controls every action I can take,
goin' down
Third finger horraween, no opp allowed
Only a dead opp can make a good opp
I'm shakin' niggas out, that's what my hood bout
I'm flippin'
myself
At least I've gotten good at breaking spells
So I always will
But does there always have to be some sort of test?!
Yes. Live with it
'Cause its been
niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin' for us
All I had was this music, I couldn't afford to do much
'Cause I got chillin' by
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone
Drunk by
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
over here, you know down on on university
Eastside, East 17th
Eastside
Just make a right at the light and I’ll be good from here
(Pull over here I’m good
you're pleased
And that I'm never alone
You're a good good father
It's who you are, it's who you are, it's who you are
And I'm loved by you
It's who
as good as I do now when I'm casket sharp
When I die I don't want it to seem like it's been so long
When I'm Dead and Gone
With no beat for a pulse only
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
the boy speak
My eyes red my blood red its all in my head
My eyes red my wrist red the boy bled Yea
My soul dead my mind gone I stay blown
I ride low my
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
(Yea)
Run man, run get ya rag (Yea)
Girls if ya holla give me head
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now (Yea)
Run to me one and only bed (Yea)
Run man, run
the Police Officer Station
Now, friends, there was only one of two things that Obie could've done at
The Police Officer Station, and the first was that he
not killing each other, we're only really killing you
And if I kill myself
Then your voice is gone for good
Think God forgot me on the rocks in search
already dead.
By letting it happen without a fight...
You're already dead, You're already dead.
With your endless debates about wrong and right...
blood
It's in the bars I have designed
If only there was someone in this world that I could get behind
It'd be my brother
But he's dead
Wish I was too
But
to catch a glimpse
Of the dead body man
It's all good, if you can stand the funk
But uh just don't look in the trunk
I drive down Central kicking the bass
I'm fuckin', I'm fuckin', I'm fuckin', homeless
I'm fucking homeless
I wanna stay in your head
I'm faded by stress
I feel like I'm dead
Why I'd only
the love and inspiration, plenty
Yeah I'm loved by many, and only hated by a little
Now I think it's time to switch the lyricism, peep the riddle
I was
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one
'm the one, I'm only one 'a finking, I've got fucking like a minute t'go before m..., to get this fucking gear right.
Bruce: Yeah, but if somebody gives
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