bout the size of Babe Ruth We hit em Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher Got the town locked with underground stock Around clock
and changed our existence (2: 5) Cause we've fallen from the state where He made us naked and sinless The ransom was paid for men were depraved (2: 5-6) The death
what's tha sense of workin hard if you never get tp play i'm hustlen' stayin' out till it's dawn and commin' home at 6 o'clock in tha mornin' hand's on
Stand in formation My motherfucking real troopers Lets do it like soldiers All in together now Ready? Hell yeah No retreat no surrender Death before
know death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death
lamp, many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain till my socks is damp Ain't nothin' like being a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death
So many follow but can't reach me Caught in a maze Catch em, mimicking my style trying to walk this way Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death
package from the devil, payin my deeds Preocuppied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze Me and my thugs clock
Broke out left me to be the man of the house I couldn't take it, had to make a profit Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip Makin G's was my
: [Intro: 2Pac] Ay what time is it nigga? (I don't know) Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, it
brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas
: A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once Verse One: They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers
pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting
thuggish outta Columbus Seen my mama? Hey, remember me baby? I bought a Mercedes, a crib for my babies And lately got him running from Lady Death, still
: Death data entry ant hill law encoded arc our common cause drink liquid clocks 'til i see God crystal display can't turn it off shh...shh...shhhh don
: It was Don DeLillo, whiskey, me, And a blinking midnight clock Speakers on a TV stand Just a turntable to watch And the smoke came out our mouths On
s a thousand more You won't ever see But most hold inside yourself Eternally Well, I drug your ghost across the country And we plotted out my death
: You can make a plan Carve it into stone Like a feather falling It is still unknown Until the clock speaks up Says it's time to go You could choose