Welcome how are you feeling today? What did you do yesterday? Another life slipped away Howcome murder one is all you think of Is that all you dream
of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust
tonight to murder things We gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene In black from head to toe we murder clean Do you know the name of the click that murder
This maybe be the last chance I get To be famous You dream of trading places I have been changing faces You can not fill these shoes There is too much to lose Wake
first place If all I saw was gangsters comin? up as a youngster Pussy and money the only language I clung ta Claim ta, I bought myself up to become one
nigga, you just a target The number one artist from the land of the heartless Fittin' to get cha, hit cha nigga, they couldn't call it One nigga left
see Comin' forth to carry me home Listen to my battle cry My battle cry Listen to my battle cry My battle cry One, two look at the telly They drew
peepin', 'cause ya be makin' me nauseous Deeper than a ocean man, hitttin' you with this potion man Death runnin' up from the left Bang number one in this murder
be facing, smuggled in dope in small towns blazing, at the niggas who insisted resistance, left out sivalized but came back trippin, with nines spittin but mine hit em, that was his wake
beats track got made over When the sun rise I just got a day colder Beats like food after I pray over Turn the prey over Got great molars Time to wake
so unsanitary my heater is in a corner Diamonds always exposed I roll with that Arizona Heater be hibernating come wake it up if you wanna Doctor resuscitating to wake
will inflate and the murder rate is strong How could we get along? And you doing this underhanded fagot shit, you fagot bitch We gotta get you gone, William Danze songs (Chapter one
by my side I'm like what the f*** you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me Lorna died It f***ed me up so much I couldn't even go to the wake But if her family
wake up call He who hides knowledge controls this grand scheme In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king Who's to blame? Who's the one who
