passed by you say you grew up now you wonder why we all stayed true we won't be moving on the feeling stays the same, won't be dead and gone those
me" That's like takin' a steak out of a lion's mouth Better yet that like takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth That'll never happen, over my dead body
dead will arise Come on Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head
to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry I wore the mask up high on a daylight run That held my face in its clammy hand Crawled over coconut logs and corpses
vision, a wake up call, Raised from the dead by a beating heart and at last I can see it all And my eyes were opened to the darkness, in my hand a burning
the numbers under burnt pride in the dark (sup yall!) They want us dead or alive without the 'aliiivee' Part The sun rose over a body bag shortage Last
read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body
a feeble moon provided her with light As she opened up the cover and began to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none
', let all the hoes in Make room for this big body In a big body, pimp caso, the life of a 'cardi Brave, back as a spade Teeth glistening, hard core,
sittin wonderin, where my life begins These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz And my number
with 41 shots from a Glock 21 hand-gun My grandma said she had that hell of a grandson With 21 albums, if anyone asked They took my life but couldn't find my
steppin', let all the hoes in Make room for this big body In a big body, pimp caso, the life of a 'cardi Brave, back as a spade Teeth glistening, hard core
your soul, and your body, 'till you cannot leave I'm the plague, code red I walk around with crows over my head Crows over my bed, crows over the dead
children that bled Everybody always wanna seem to call me crazy The trash can is where you find most dead babies Mood swings, lyrics over hard-core beats
