[Verse 1:] I'm have visions like Frank Lack the milleniums dead Wakin up in this cell thinkin why am I here Can you tell me how many times can one man die Mr. Kavorkian, please give me one more try I'd rather rest in peace than live my life in this living hell Real niggas living bad while them fake niggas livin well Bustas is picking on me, what can I do about it I'm gonna ride and you rhyme and when I spit it I shout it No doubt about it it's misery but these niggas ain't knowin Got me in this penitentiary tryin to keep me from flowin So I'm going 51-50 local bitchmade busters By all means necessary nigga ? motherfucker I heard that if I die it's a casualty to war I know you niggas is dissapointed but I'm back once more The disciple will judge what the fairness is Playa haters wanna bury the snitch
[Chorus:] Had me dead on arrival No chance for survival I know everybody gotta die But when it's my turn to go I wanna go out with a BANG Fuck pain and suffering, shoot me in the brain
[Verse 2:] Now there ain't no way up out the game when you in to deep Bullet holes through the brain put me in to sleep Put you out your misery like you the Lazy Duff If I get to heaven first I'm gonna wait for ya When you with 25 like the only way to escape Is to run for the gates and let em hit you with eight Right in the middle of the door I blow my brains to pieces And send me straight to gangstas paradise with the trigga releases I rest in peace and at last lord that's all I ask Throw me in a casket and throw some dirt on my ass Lets get it on but no more pain and no more expectations I know my dead homies up there waitin
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[Verse 3:] Dead on arrival no chance for survival I know everybody gotta die But can you tell me why I'm having visions of slugs My head penetrated Them niggas murdered X-Raided Guess who retaliated You risk the game to the broad It was your decision My designated assassin got infared vision He did it quiet no mention the murder on the news Game over you knew the rules Callin all soldiers Load up the clips and your holdsters 50, 000 dollars reward on wanted posters Ride til you die puttin it down like you supposed to It's the beginning of the ending Game over can you feel it Tension is in the air Scaring niggas to death producing heart attacks A black spread with green dots your pulse is fading Flatline cuz your ass is hating
[Chorus: x4 til fade]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
