in together now (Shut the fuck up) What huh (Just shut the fuck up shut the fuck up) (Meth) Head strong dead calm dead by dawn Dead weight to dead
egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung His father
should of called off Ceaser's father, mercy words, I'm no joke I cancer smoke, I reply, "your brain and told" I live for my tech 9, uzi, grenade, all
the sound dead drunk like my uncle touch my brother dood n i'll cock and shoot or cut your throat gucci mane fuck up the sound dead drunk like my uncle
even my shadow's jealous? My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs Though my songs come
Layzie Mommy, hey mommy Where's my daddy, where's my daddy? Mommy, hey mommy Where's my daddy, where's my daddy? Mommy, hey mommy Where's my daddy, where's my
problems of today get on my knees and pray, I cry and say if I die today please take my soul away make a brighter day for Lil ???, that be my son
're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh! More tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son But now who
wrong before Now we ain't hurt no more You can bring me the bill, I'll sign my name Now we're flyin' private planes and such Lookin' like a million
y'all in my rearview Mirror niggas want to be a millionaire, I'm already there niggas I'm the definiere nigga, a bear taking more than my share Lookee
I'm switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay [Rick Ross] All my women photogenic they
sayin'? (What, what?) Fuck y'all (What?) You know I'm sayin'? You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing 'Cause every nigga in my click is first
Beautiful lands are took away from my opticle Its not that I'm afraid of death but afraid of the thought of my people laid to rest They saying there is 6 million
nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
my children one shot they disappearin' Ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin' Bitch niggaz still wanna check my
my eyelids and burning my face away Dying felt so goddamn good today We dance the electric Pagan Love Song We hunt with the children paling in the catacombs Eating dead