Texty:
Kill The Dead Babies

Flames and nitro shaking ground Deafening noise, what a sound My helmets heavy And I see some tits Smoke and fire Yeah burn and rip Quarter mile 5-second

the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there's nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems, too much will kill ya And when

Boy baby, D.R. c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (B.I.G. baby, he is

late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies

city, my mama, she said don't come back home. These kids round killing each other, they lost their minds, they gone. They quitting school, making babies

called from the pen's inner sanctum Where the mega-gees regulate the streets, fuck release They got power that you can't comprehend, my friend They want you dead, yo, you're dead

to picture this kind of vision My funeral, my homies dead, my momma cryin My son is hurt, his daddy gone, now say goodbye I?m just a memory, baby do

rich and turn punk But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't worship money That's not what counts, kill or be killed Somehow I have to buy mama house

way We take it from the bottom to the top, baby And now the whole community can live greatly Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah I remember those days when we was dead