Texty:
Bury Your Dead Losin It

will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin 'G' Bitch don't wanna die then don't fuck with me It's kinda hard to be optimistic When your homies lying dead

hey G Your style is lazy, boy you're crazy Losin' it, check out my fusion kit It's welding rhymes and propelling, swelling Getting bigger, getting niggaz in headlocks Instead lock your

nigga If you think that a nigga did it Hit em in the chest and keep it movin' Or go sit your silly ass down Don't give me no excuses that you turned your

, it's alright, I think I've finally risen from the dead The fire inside of me was gone like the wind Now it's stirrin' within It's coming back again

goin' crazy And they sufferin' in the game and I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love

suckers that's the mentality Jealous-ass bustaz, make it Hell for us Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on Judgment day It ain't me, I

' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry 'Cuz I'm losin

Tell me your deepest fear Tell me your deepest fear Losin' my inhibitions Callin' my intuitions Somethin's goin' on if I'm feelin' I'm superstitious

. frankenstein, dead bodies thinkin i'm Gonna get, wit ya, when I hit ya, i'mma slit ya Nobody can hold me, other safe is clear Buried alive in the pine