Lyrics:
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a drug-head
I´m innocent
I swear for god, I did nothing
Please, I will have a punishment
And I don´t know where I´m going
I only know this is my dead by exile
I
his body on the black top (bitch, uh)
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh)
I count dead niggas
at my feet (like)
And put some headphones on my head
Put some headphones to my head like
and rock n roll me when I'm dead
Rock n roll me when I'm dead
When will this ever end?
All these voices in my head
They want me dead, they want me dead
I'm hanging by a thread
This is to relentless spirits
'm the one, I'm only one 'a thinking, I've got fucking like a minute to go before m...,to get this fucking gear right.
Bruce: Yeah, but if somebody gives
Only coping
Roses on my grave when I sing my song and
Even death wants to sing along
We dance with the dead
Dance with the dead
Dance with the dead
to live
Is only five minutes out from the guys on the strip
Where man make ye' work, heard he's a soldier
I know that nigga hasn't got balls like Grey
, dog is the hood)
Take it how you want, motherfucker (it's all good)
I'm in the hood all day (dog is the hood)
I think I'm, like, the only nigga, dog
'm Ridin' While Ya Dirty, 'cause They Gunnin For My Top
I Ain't Duckin And Dodgin, I'm Only Runnin From The Cops
Spendin Grand By The Grand By Hundred On My
I should be dead right now
I'm not s'ppose to be here right now
6 feet bullet through the head right now
Living be the only thing I dread right now
Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't
I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have
Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He's just stand by the goddamn window
With that
'm on good green stay too gone,
Like Tiger Woods come through strong and like D-Mas I'm too flown,
Dead on Wax lyrical assassin' y'all doubting us, but we
controlled by this substance// The loneliness, having a home is what I mostly miss/ My only wish, is that I never sold my soul to opiates// I gave away my
stop it
I was dead I guess that made
Me better than I ever was
Look at me I'm good partner
I'm on my forever buzz
If everything I have is taken I can
When my best friend’s sister too good to be true
Yeah I’m a dead man dead man boy am I screwed
Never really thought it through
Yeah I’m a dead man dead
me along this journey
I am grateful for my own inner resilience and determination
I only use my energy for good
I have faith in the journey of my life
told you not to call me here!
This better be some good shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight
But it's gonna cost you two
reppin' my city
But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
'Cause the loss of life's the only thing
your golden boy
I will obey ev'ry golden rule"
Get told by the teacher
Not to day-dream
Told by my mother:
Be good Be good
Be good be good be
've heard the tender whisper of love in the dead of night
And you tell me that you're pleased
And that I'm never alone
Coz You're a Good, Good Father
It's
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
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