me Mark Fuller is a chillin' spot cause I bringin' blunts with me Chorus So much death up on the city streets Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace So much death
reality the greatest plot of life one walks - talks - sees - breathes - but doesn'T live - no - rather serve the growing edifice that controlsour so - called life - death
bones It is his brand - It's the brand Specific for the Symphony of Death Protects from dearth Symphony of Death Enjoy blood -BLOODBATH! Symphony of Death
: [I KILLED THE PROM QUEEN] I've watched as dreams slowly waste away and die You are a post mortem beauty queen As razor blades cut me we suffer with
: Cause I watched I've watched as dreams slowly waste away and die You are a post mortem beauty queen As razor blades cut me we suffer with every kiss
, but i'm not so easy when I'm loaded. To a heart from a slow bleed and It's a cinch when you're only seventeen. Today I'm seventeen again. It's a death
: There were women holding rosaries on the day manolete died teenage girls in soft white dresses standing silent peace respecting groups of boys
me [2x] Love is still here it keeps you near me Never forgive, never stop thinking You are with me, every lonely moment Life equals one sudden death
see death around the corner Chorus (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death
got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row
there's no shortage on G's I'm tellin you now, you motherfuckers don't know me "Only fear of death.." "You ghetto niggaz" "Only fear of death is comin
never thought I would give in to you To give me a sign before I die Show me you've heard my prayer Veil of mist, hazy my view The entrance to Death Appears
on ya aaaaass! I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens] I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
M.O.P Intro] Hahahahahaaa Yeah Nigga Whoo.. The Smoke of New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to run to when death
men Wish death upon me Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause
her heart cold as 1334 Christina Death Smokes cigarettes in her bed Christina Death Paints her lips every night blood red Christina Death Drinks Absinth after giving head Christina Death
: Casting call or curtain call? Do dead bodies make the news anymore? Impulses of a madman with the conscience of a gentleman. You were those heels when
: CHORUS: You used to love them, leave them, kiss them Break their hearts, but now I got you in my arms You used to get them, trick them, diss them
