it's true Fair weather, go figure Calling it quits had its run So I'm calling in dead Fair weather, go figure Some things are better unsaid So I'm calling in dead
nigga slip and fall, miss his call I know the young niggaz understand this Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous I reminisce on the fast times
That was 1996, we back in the mix I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit But everything started changin, business rearangin Then the time
A nigga better call a, everybody know my style And everybody know I'm the the baddest When I come to doing this and I'm banging on my chest And I bang
change troops This time they didn't catch me Next time they'll strecth me Cause my time was gettin' short All my homies was in court Or locked in a hole, this
off a dead woman's feet Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years Starving
9, light years, ahead of my time And I, walk with, criminals who talk shit We talk business, the blocks is our office Many have come, few that could walk this
time Comment on my existence [Creative:] See this is where I took my first breath born and bread lot of bloodshed and now I'm probably stuck until I'm dead
it brought me home early, it kept me in the right place at the right time, so i dedicate this album to music, music is my savior...LET'S DO THIS! Ever
in the melee Sentence this song, to twenty-five years hard labor in the system, where it takes the form of my wisdom Respect mine, take my time and protect nine Next
keep on blinkin A nigga's brain dead and my brain ain't thinkin Cause I'm brain dead [Chorus x4: (unknown demon voice)] (My brain cells dead and all
See raps full of zombies and I aint dead yet Killing UK cunts thinking its Dead Set Yes cause I dead sets ok now get set Run tracks fuck rap this is the next
next time a girl gives you the play just remember my rhyme and get the hell away Just last week when I was walking down the street I observed this lovely
foul a n-gga better call a ref, and everybody know my style and niggas know that I'm the best when I come to doing this and I be banging on my chest
take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'f**ker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe) Call
on sight They wouldn't took time to ask Word The rollers gave chase at a serious speed One more conviction was all I need This shit was for real This
