cockbacks Spin a muthahfucker out, empty his chest Leave your muthafucker whip a mess All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh Send niggaz to the grave
I didn't see you there in that dress And suddenly the world seems so small We'd fit it all inside out front hall And Edison would spin in his grave
white lace And your wedding bells You look the picture Of contented new wealth But from the on-looking fool Who believed your lies I wish this grave
Borderline kids Reinforced glass Earn some friends Passport photos and a life so bad Empty pocket and they think it's all They think it?s all It?s all
am marked for life And the peace I crave Is a fool's conceit I am branded And you'll twist the knife From beyond the grave And I fall, retreat Empty
didn't even hear a sound No one gave a damn if I was there or away If I died and went to hell they'd throw a party On my grave and they'd all say "This
spinning all black tinted With the niggas who'll bring it to ya brain If it's fucking with change Fifty-four, nigga, remember the name Ritz, glitz, only when we empty
next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye If you leaped up your seat you met your doom Big G could start a fight in an empty room You fuck with me,
testify It's right outside your door Now testify, now testify Mass graves for the pump and the price is set And the price is set Mass graves for the
That everything you see ain't really how it be A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile Most cats
't no justice for blacks, just-us with no sleep And they wonder why I keep a Glock 40 on my hip Cause Houston police department love to empty full clips
Run no never stand ground then we smash (Chorus) Prevail: Virtuoso piano solo play Mozart Vocabulary colorful like feathers of a peacock Operating theatre put your head upon a butchers block Rise from my own grave
My little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin' You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave
blood on my hands, blood on my wings Clutchin' two sub-machines, duckin' and screams Two fully loaded magazines with M-16's Clappin' in the crowd, I empty
, the air's burning like a microwave, The holy lands sees miles away, I pour out some alisae, beneath the skies, 'cause the clouds are grey, ? piles of graves
shit, different day The price that a thug pay I heard a wise man once say, "Thugs pray" But still slugs spray from the double barrels Fallin? pharoahs over the graves
and sniper marines Most of these MC's can't even rap, just model and go gold And get big-headed like they swallowin' colleges I spit empty grave sites
to die slow This love is deepest of grave and it's forever Snake pit, you're venom beyond measure Pandora's box a lot, my treasure If love is strong as the grave
