hot for me The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin There ain't no stoppin me Constantly movin while makin millions Witnessin killings, leavin dead
bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B Killin bustaz is my motherf**kin job, him or me Lyrically fatally driven, ni**az reported missin My competition dead
them in a safe place, just like my funds I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead son Niggas
t cry, my heart so cold Lets play, lets make a deal nigga, sell me your soul Got a fetish for the guns, Calico drums Rap Meyer Lansky steady counting my ones
bad & the undead The good, the bad, baby better like it The good, the bad & the undead The party's started and it's better when you're dead We're the ones
Bleeding on the roadside Or I could sit And let my eyes fill with mist For every girl that I should not have kissed And all the broken family ties The loved ones
so Pre-dawn corpses come to life Armies of the dead survive Armies of the hungry ones Only-ones, lonely-ones Ripped up like shredded-wheat Only-ones, lonely-ones
Keybeats Digital Keybeats Digital Keybeats Digital Keybeats You Don't Say That I'm Pretty All These Simple Things Adding Up To Big Ones There
your health All your homeboys are gone You the last one left now They heart's beatin' but these niggas be scared The real ones are all locked up or dead
never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me When I'm dead and gone they're gonna remember
Blood flows the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh. Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead
though you've never left my side I hold your stiffened body so close to me For years I've lived in dreams Awake I felt as dead As my cold and bloodless
again Turn man against his brother in deceit Old ones return to the light Come the inception of the end Old ones suspended beyond sight Crack the earth
are breaking (and you) can't find nothing sacred, (but) Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows The dead
: Lenny Bruce is dead but his ghost lives on and on Never did get any Golden Globe award, never made it to Synanon. He was an outlaw, that's for sure
thug stories? We got some real thug stories! You wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! [Layzie Bone] We come with the ones, we
other song and y'all don't leave it alone! I save then baby, c'mon! Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing fields, dead! T-Rock
it on his forehead make some moves Send flowers straight to his home put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong dead