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't, change like the others, nope Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill Kill that bullshit, I'
dead Pure poverty dat nuh provecy And di proctacy diplomaticy just like yuh and mi Seh di whole a dem fail democracy Police ago dead soldier all a
nah nuh bus nuh shot Takes two to quarrel after dat a hottaclasp (Cause) Dem never realize seh Tupac dead a bleed Biggy never care nor him never take heed Dem kill
Bone] Comin' through the door with my militia Why did he bring big niggas Fuck y'all With of gang of bodyguards My niggas is stone cold killas, peelas
they may prove And when you?re gone I?ll tell them my religion?s you When Punk-tius come to kill the king upon his throne I?m ready for their stones.
hop game's Just a roll of the dice. But I know that I'm nice, That's why I'm holding the mic. Flowin' precise, Whoever knew this stoner could write?
Sell this sell this Or leave it senseless like a suck on a gun? "Put a piece of metal in your head" you said "Make you dead Make you hippa hippa hippa hippa... " A palace of stones
yo Wittnesses cause people will use it to kill your show yo Off to the stone garden you go and stay there When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play
crying I'm dying I can see what's wrong with me It's in my head I can see what's gonna be As I lie in my bed Man is not my brotherhood I am of the dead
kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead for
I've been dead for days Beat your ass up, and leave you bleeding in the gutter You said I was a sucker, your mother Now your dead, with a busted head
can you listen to one man's insanity Prophecy the dead has arozen The devil is dead and one man is chosen To lead the dead, to kill, bloodshed So much
: Little soldier, plastic pistol aiming for the head. Now you see me, now you don't. You missed me, you're dead. Laughing, hiding in the bushes, scatter
You can Rolling Stone every bone, and kill 'em at the Grammy's Have 'em sit down, polly with the top five families Blocka-blocka, boom, now they all dead
hungry, since "Supreme Clientele" Remember what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New
