Mut The Dangerous Dead Trouble me No Longer I Inscribe Thy Name I Threaten Thee With The Second Death I Kill Thy Name And Thus I Kill Thee Again In The
trying to hide Hoping that nobody don't notice You must always remember you still a member of the hopeless See ya black like me So you snap like me
onto our wrists. Today I bury you in me." I swallowed every inch of it. I'll hold you, as you have held me - you've held me in your heart, we'll be
we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, Shorty we bury niggaz, ... THE UNDERTAKER Yo, standin on the trap with me, mashin' me is best for me
you hard, not softly Living like I'm invincible, one day it's gonna cost me When it's time to pay up, and I lay up in a grave Bury me with a fifty sack
me to speak I'm feeling worse, even though I put my family first I'm shedding tears cause I feel as if I'm headed to the dirt Ghetto on me, stressed
price Living by the rules of the street life, fin to get niggas Better beat the street light home, after dark I par-park Everybody be tripping, attempting
bets to tell her not to come around here My gal got a 44 to keep the area clear Take head about her somewhere I'll bury you near For busting windows out my car Not tripping
her, just let her be Get your G's like five letters after the letter B Photocopy could possibly find a better me Hot like two letters after the letter
wanna make it right 'fore they bury me Cause the truth is like therapy, plus my conscience is tearing me Into pieces as deadly was dealt, was not even fair to me
to the block tripping, trying to find a fight God don't see us through, we gave Christ our life See you gave me the world, when you gave me a girl Peep
just ain't gon be right I gotta thank my creator for letting me sleep last night And wake me up in the morn cause I shutter to think That could be me
you at? (Throw your hands up (throw your hands up) throw your hands up...(throw your hands up) free C-Murder. Callio,throw your hands up) Stomp for me Jump for me Buck for me Stomp for me
at a beauty shop, said some gangsta's tryin to serve me Freak you ain't worthy, your gossip column is through And if some cats is after me, I'm right
and let me start massaging that fine ass of your's. What the fuck's up with these bitches? I got dick for days but these hoes wanna keep their face buried
I'm not real God just imagined me It's like I said About ten years ago, the event that changed his whole reality Took place on his monthly trip to the
will bury I'm comin on STRONG while you stutter we're the (?) Description of my rhyme? Hmm, butter! Better yet milky, smooth and silky Don't applaud you fraud, you wasn't with me
to escape Imagine my fate Traveling and stacking the cake After my wake Bust 25 for me 'Cause I'll ride for y'all And y'all ride for me I ain't trying