hunger for brains. I KILL LIFE Chase the fuckers down, rip them limb from limb, Strew their guts along, throw them to the wind. One day I'll control
and I got no time for no bluffin befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin I think these niggaz got the game fucked up
one said life was fair So I fade away... Fade away out of sight Shooting spirals casting light Jellied creatures watch them flight But the sun will never rise
rap, and tell me Nas ain't all that And next time I rhyme, I be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say I'm wild I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
living... (listen) [Chorus] I aint dead (nah) I aint done (nah) I aint scared (Of What!) I aint run (From Who!) But still i stand (Yeah) No matterr what people here i
increase, handlin funk at the same time Makin this Yoc life shit go nationwide in case I die before we rise, I apologize homeboys I tried [Chorus:] I
-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu Tang" "Die!" [*sounds of fighting are heard*] [Verse One: Street Life
in the matter Lord I cry (I cry) From the things I've seen (That I've seen) And Lord I cry (I cry) From the things I've seen (Ooh) If you only knew (
hey, yo i don't give a fuck who with em I want em all dead let the mack eleven conversate with his forhead i wanna see your thoughs splattas bitch i put
only way we know our kill When you're a thug you're always taught to show no fear I'm going head up, dead up Will anybody in there make sure that None
and point it right between your eye But I got my shit together, I never flip with the weather And I always think clever I think positive and legit I
it (Darkside) - Yeah! So I say [Chorus (sample)] Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God (peace
hatred you have cast during your life Have whipped and spun into form, the form of one One who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your life One
what happened can happen But will it? Stop that won't happen I'm feelin' good about the mission for jackin' Now yo Pac Can you feel me? Why these fools tryin' to kill
before? Last will transcripted.. Glory killed - Hours marked with days The art of suicide By my weary side Cannot connect these feelings with the stoned life Whenever I
I grab the gun for homocide Well you know I'm about to hoo-lah I never catch you sleeping And I'mma pop the clip Put it between your eyes when I should
the friction i want it all and if it's lead through you you better find a place to hide cause i'll tripe through you i'm gonna get mine so you know my
