selling out to the innocent I can't save us from the outside I can't take it, what I'm told You can't stop it It just started Dead living on the radio
fight, my chopper bullets eject I gets blowed and start Ready to unload at war No witnesses You cant get on the stand and say you saw nothin bout nothin Keep it shut or you dead
bitches boo when you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact A one dead in the front, dead cop in the back And two live bitches screaming
of them was to read the newspaper Cover-to-cover That ain't what's going on Journalism's dead and gone Frail grasp on the big picture Light fading and
up the doors turn on the lights, getting ready for tonight nobodys romancing because its too early for dancing but here comes the music bright lights
by their religion or their pigment Skin color, cause that don't make them your brother So you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover Instead be led and live
they care about is churching Last one in church, first one out First one in the liquor store, passing out But I saw a couple of men, who would live it
an alley Still lookin' for my getaway Coppers said Freeze, or you'll be dead today Trapped in a corner Dark and I couldn't see tha light Thoughts in my
, Hail Mary Chorus 2X Verse Two: Makaveli Penetentiaries is packed with promise makes Never realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin Instutionalized I lived
bomb As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead
strapped and ready to bomb As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead
on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for
Indeed, it was misery Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me How can I be sure I'll be saved soon? Catch me dip into the light, of a stray
the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game And we done lived a long hard life And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights Y'all, although we
fingers on the .45 chrome Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this I'm living blind writing
block hittin' co'ners Mobbin' like a muthafucka livin' like I wanna Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights I'm sideways Thug Life muthafucka criiime pays Let the cops put they lights
We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G We ain't dead yet, feel me!!
