my head? I'm better off dead I'm better off dead I want it over by now Why don't you kill me with your love? I'm better off dead I'm better off dead
against my head? I'm better off dead I'm better off dead I want it over by now Why don't you kill me with your love? I'm better off dead I'm better off dead
you really want a storybook ending? Move on, lets stop pretending I need you like a hole in the head And I'm thinking that I'm better off dead Than
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
it stays like this And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait Gimme a break How much shit can a nigga take I ain't goin' nowhere no how What you wanna throw down Better
move up, so go on and blow us away with your sound; Now you're everything that we've come to love, you taught us to move, so we'll show it off, just
: [feat. Thin C] [Chorus: Thin-C & Krayzie Bone] Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone! Everybody wanna rap like, rap
: [Bone] Stop, everybody, what's that sound? AK-47, so ya better hit the ground Stop, everybody, what's that sound? AK-47, so get the fuck down! [Layzie
your bitch on my dick Because I'm here for my cap down When steppin' through C-Town You better be strapped down The bigger my trigger The deader your
a couple of niggas asses Gotta take off and stay still blastin Locked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain't shit Better make your money baby and
Won't you beam me up?" I buck, 12 gauge erupt, disrupt your order, infantry Ya'll better expect annihalation fuckin' around with the SCT And I better
that llelo bank roll Betta make that money man, dead wrong Put it on the low betta beat them hoes Gotta get them demons off me Creepin' up softly seepin
the police on the corner, creepin' up Here come them soldiers pullin' up Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas Put it in a gutter, better off and
loaded, blow our your brain) [gunshot and screaming] [Outro: Narrator - talking] If the bullet hit you, turn off the CD, you're dead! If the bullet
look you in the eye cut off your breath When you fall feel your knees shatter The bones breakin with your weak blatter Pissin on yourself it don't matter Dead
