respect Stabbed my back again and again And you dare to call yourself a friend Don't say your heart aches You're dead to me Inside you're empty You're dead to me
Some respect Stabbed my back again and again And you dare to call yourself a friend Don't say your heart aches You're dead to me Inside you're empty You're dead to me
Me come and pull up my lyrics and full up my style and full up our lingual As me sit upon de riddim I'ma sit on proper As me flow upon de riddim like
beginnin Leavin daddy's little girl pretty linen bloody red What's said in the book of dead is now all forgotten My soul's rotten, still the blood's spilled
m still alive Joker meet you on the other side Banshie, I hear you call We need to raise the dead We need to raise the people Cut throat, this blood runs thick
seem fazed by it I know the devil's waitin on me But does God like him playin his role in killin me though Lock me up until I die maybe But you can never
me in this state I haunt Like houses Cutting off crouches So suckas drawn down with your ass 'cause I'm Nosferatu bitch Loaded cock Teeth as sharp as a glock Penetrate the neck Blood
. Verse 5 a?? Drapht None of gravities properties are on top of me, Can't hold me back from taking a stab like Chopper Read, Can't hold me back, I'm
Bright winter moon, can you feel it, as it's callin' you Down that dark lonely path where blood and fire brew Hear the wolves howl, in this dark and
the last verse is just as bad as the first Compared to the second, yo, it's definitely worse 'Coz this is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hurst Let me
it, bro, hey yo, I ain't thick Even though I hear it teens say it too much, it makes me sick Come across so many fools don't make me wanna switch I won
Been on tour 3 months and I aint had no sex Been meditating, exercising my mental bowflex Michael Jackson dead, which one of us 'bout to go next Me, Mary J, Robin Thicke
human Face the music Race, face the music We all bones when we dead Race in the space I mark human Face the music Cut me, cut you But both the blood
' the shaunder, Shorty dead again Songs about 'We all around the NC Cop the E series, jealous ones envy Hate to see me but got the nerve to wanna be me
this, forever infinite Then reminisce, twenty years later how we was gettin' it Either with me go against the grain you better hit me Leggin' me or robbin' me niggaz better body me
broadcast is splashed to tell the news like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue Another youth dead
cater fresh wit them gators Yo' bitch chose me an' I'm gon' take her Soon as I walk through tha door, Ya already kno' a nigga like me fresh head tha
