: Yeah.. ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier Come play the ballad of a dead soldier.. [
: (feat. Outlawz) [2Pac] Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? Tell me nigga.. tell me Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? [Chorus] Stress
mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin car man Yo why you trippin man? Get in the fuckin car man Get in the fuckin
chamber For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride Suicidal thoughts lurk fuckin no end to revenge Fuck any, my alias Mussolini [Idi
dead Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead Probably be murdered for the shit that I said I bring the real, be a legend, breathin the dead
every ? and all that Yo, y'all niggaz don't know how good you really do got it Muh'fuckers need to just calm down and peep what the fuck they wanna do
Fuck that shit, don't be no entertainer and a stranger Be a real motherfucker keep it real pack that steel Cause you know these streets is real deal Muh'fuckers
, lil' shorties livin naughty lives You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, FUCK the coppers Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits I couldn't fuck
fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Got any last
fuckin weapons And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin
read "Was the last of Gs Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed God bless the dead" [Chorus - 2pac:] God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless
the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas And fuck yah Fuck
by the random shots We all die in the end, so the feds we swore I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes Me, a born leader, never leave the block
The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fuckin
leave you for dead son Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit Fuck
the first of the month ha ha, its the first of the motherfuckin' month nigga Oh! its a fuckin' zoo out here man These fuckin' chimpanzees man Fuckin'
so we buck, they come back, in my dreams at night I have nightmares, nightmares, all the time [Verse 1: Prodigy] Last night I had a vision of my dead
punk it's over, you'll faint fast I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music Is he rappin