come to your funeral in two Hummers That's me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin' away I'm in to grow, legend
death upon me Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be And niggas trying to take my life away I put a hole in a nigga
York oh Big schemes [Alicia Keys] Oh, break the game Just ain't the same Baby loves and girls with no shame Can't get away (get away), epidemic plague
now I am gone, for now I am gone, For now I am gone, for now I am... gone [x's 2]) [Krayzie Bone:] When I'm dead and gone don't even worry Don't mourn
along way from four steps in section 8 Niggas eatin on these beats Get yourself a plate And I'm a step away One hit, one breath away When you don't got
's all she wrote he'll be dead before the daylight shines, But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong might keep this fool from dying. He's a legend
up, do you believe in Hollywood restart our revolution Hell yeah Get up, get up, get up, and sing it If rock n' roll is dead, the dead will come undone
I'm out of the presence Her outta the essence, the hour of seven The tower of heaven, the power of legend I place flowers on dead men's, you cowards
monthly, I'm starvin', hungry I pray to God on one knee Explodin' quasars confront me In the heavens I'm one legend, peace to Genie Many Shieks have seen
Uh, uh, it's beef week, Monday, murder Two niggaz dead, Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday is hearse-day Friday, somebody-gotta-die-day Saturday, put the gat away
We Never Been Afraid Kept The Trap Hot Enough To Fry Egg In The Shade, I Ball Till The Day Lying Dead In The Grave Leave The Feds Behind The Wall Cause I Aint Get Away
Keep my name out ya mouth I done said it before Cause all them games I ain't bout, tell whoeva you know Before I pull this thang out, aim it dead at ya
her on a thousand hundreds Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothin I say Birdman Birdman whats good today We ain't never let them niggaz take our food away
dead You can hear the voice in your head In the temple's secret passage Evil curses said Heed their warning to stay away City of the dead Hundreds of
't be dead, The thought of it got my stomach turning With a 1 million dollar bail he couldn't be caught for years With detectives following dead end trails
shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend
beat you lifeless Never survive this! Get forget like Alzheimer's Two-face rappers, walk away with four shiners The raw rhymer, turnin legends to old