Top down millionaire fat mediocres Under we stay at the lower orders Kings were dead hundred years ago But in this time talent isn't enough to go Cold
If I had, this chance again I will beat you without mercy, 'Cuz now I know, in this world, There isn't any clemency [2x] Slit your throat!!! Slit your
You're not a man, anymore, 'Cuz you lose control How do you feel, when you hit her?! Maybe you should die!!! [2x] You should say a pray That she's put
out the trunk and, Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking, Back in the other direction, Po-po came quick then heat up, Niggas blast at each other
walking, it's so lonely and bleeding, the grief's overwhelming and sadness is crying, thou can taste all my sorrow for my life is so empty, empty like
I am the comet I am the crown and the garment I am God and the Devil Self-interest is self concern And I meet on no other terms A king by himself who
they left blind, skinny and dum, sights far from a pretty one, praying to god, when will he come, but half of my crew is atheists, while the other halfs
Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly Beat up and battered, they pull me out I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me kill But what I feel it never mattered When I'm empty
will be hanging By a thread when the demons ride Stygia is my destiny Stygia is you destiny Heartless mercenaries Your ambition knows no boundaries Infidel defilers of the sacred graves
is lavish, breaking its frame, tempting me always to turn again, again, for each glimpse suggests more and more in some other, farther emptiness. To reach empty
burn through daylight Minds restrained by golden tethers fade Fade away The sun objects with smiling sadness Roman highways laced in diamonds Sink like grave Atlantis into Dreams of other
out the trunk and Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking Back in the other direction, Po-po came quick then heat up Niggas blast at each other,
nah informer I am a hustler, I am a gangster We nah informer Bitch nigga, you catch a dead man walking One foot is inside of a grave The other one is
am about to turn up the knob. To High Powered! [Chorus:] [Verse 3:] Bitch nigga you catch a dead man walking. One foot is inside of a grave. The other
for meaning on an empty shelf Then you're always dreamin' of somewhere else Today is just like any other day No fear, no restraint I know that paradise is some other
That everything you see ain't really how it be A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile Most cats
, they left blind, skinny and dum, Sights far from a pretty one, praying to god, when will he come, But half of my crew is atheists, While the other halfs
and sniper marines Most of these MC's can't even rap, just model and go gold And get big-headed like they swallowin' colleges I spit empty grave sites
