Oh let me lay down beside my dear friend who has gone away cover me over with dirt and sod let me hasten my departure day for i long for that day when
fear Recording engineers... Yo, my mic's made of Steel stainless to leave you nameless Ice grill you faceless Death by the rhyme is painless School
revolution and no cause, One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state,
trippin the second time they rolled, by Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya Don't murder me murder
see death around the corner Chorus (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death
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
crooked in all 50 states I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang We claim mob, M.O
mornin And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my ni**az mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers are understandably shaken up by
I dodge 'em they finally pull me over and I laugh remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass now I gotta murder case you speak a' Heaven punk, I
cleaned up all the food from the table And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level, Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane That sailed through
see - the bullets rain! I thought it was me who brought these people to the death 'Til I noticed a funny thing, I was standing on the left! Looking at other
room One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt
Our passion'd flower Cling to Cunts & cocks of despair We got our final vision by clap Columbus groin got filled w/green death (I touched her thigh & death
life our passion'd flower Cling to cunts & cocks of despair We got our final vision by clap Columbus' groin got filled w/ green death (I touched her thigh & death
Ramada Inn I said it wasn't me, I got a twin (Oh my god its you! Not again!) It all started when my mother took my bike away Cuz I murdered my guinea
the mornin And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before
be a super rap star and people try to kill you too It's funny like that when you rap about death The shit really follows you like every other breath Watch
