blow my brain out, took a see what it feels like And this is how I am in real life I don't want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice
beat that makes you dance 4 Ever My Beat, orchestrated as a treble I rate Havin' all that it takes, make no mistake Now we're the band wit the clan that rock every fan
remember what I was doing There were no remembered witnesses to my doings But it seems like I've known him forever He who has moved through mornings and midnights Through deaths
At the holy city of Mecca, great fan of Colon Crazy ammo get blown wherever I sit, son That is my throne (You know how we do it) Aiyo, pop, pop, pop,
ain't life fair?', You get closer to the bottom, see the end of your line, Your first time ever losin' this battle with time, But right before you meet your death
only link with the wealthiest And only cop jewels if it drop celcius Now you can run but you can never hide But where you go when the temperature rise It's Bad Boy see death
Manson Coming with the death squad to through your behind out If you ain't movin jumpin or grrovin I'm pulling my nine out Right up in the club I'll put you to death
around capers since the years of the West And are you real or fake? How many thugs hear the question Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail Next to death
to life plus nine Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? Pray to
be, Tone always wore a vest But that's the way the story goes Today you're here, and tomorrow who knows? Man, I'm gonna miss him, I love him to death
It should be a while before I see Dr. Death So it would sure be nice if I could get my breath Well, I'm not the crying nor the whining kind Till I hear
sick of everybody thinkin' they ready for the work of a killa and fillin' they illin' not sayin a thing, Gotta get it up the skill is incredible death
i'ma blast on sight Even if it's in traffic in broad daylight The only way you live if it don't spray right But you out your death wish so if I miss you
gotta keep it movin' So me I maintain but it's stress on my brain But your death ain't in vain Lost my breath when it came and, uh They say we joyce in death
swing the chrome for real Dog this year we gon' bring it home for real What you wanna bet the lama'll squash you I been had a white fan base before
us through thick and thin You sat and watched with quaaludes and gin And clapped a lot Were you there When we were almost crucified and died A thousand deaths
on the White House lawn Sipping tea by the Taj Mahal at dawn Hanging round the gardens of Babylon Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up She gets more fan
way Spin the wheel where does it stop Around and round till you've had enough If I define cause and effect Your choice is liberty or death Don't you