I've been to hell with no plan for return, I've seen things that'll make your eyes burn I've seen the eyes of death through a loved one dying And once
fuckin' with mines A nigga, God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with
, your eye will get swoll up Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, holled up 'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth
the savage batch hidden The can of whoop ass what the shady aftermath did You pop off the top its like open and vats of acid Beat the octamom to death with
to go Boy, I really wish they'd cut it out They wasted everybody on my block There goes the neighborhood They'll zap you with their death ray eyes And
Ridin' with death We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals Ridin' with death We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals My nigga
at his potna With his chest full of holes and his head full of coppa Broke his ass off something propa; he's in the morgue With his brains in a shitbag
up nigga, D-Block, D-Block howl like a wolf, Tell your mom i'll throw her child off the roof, (Roof) Give her base head a hundred dollars to towell off
with the cars she kept And "Such is life," she often said With one day leading her to the next You get a little closer to your death, which was fine with
skies We classifying the highs Blood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes Tye be having me drowsy But I get mellow with the chronic
chamber, you fuckin' with the Star Spangler To the dawn's early light with this head-banger Boogie, represent this shit fully Like I'm constantly at war with
we make the whole world astonished See us with our macabee-an garments They bow down and pay homage, we God sent Movin through this evil world with a
I'm a warrior, elephants kneels as I pass Holdin skeletons of the soldiers that I killed in my path With the heads of their leaders still in my hands
eyes met the metal She screamed Oh my God Out the back room the killer with the nose ring Smashed the nigga in the head with a porcelain vase Shots ricochet
low, 'n suicides on the rise Oh why, so many die coz in their eyes The mistake they made, cant be erased the only way out is to take their life And
jury bailiff their all me you're on trial but you can't win 'Cause I wrote the script you die in the end So throw in the towel sign off just give it
