shadows like a government agent One side of the story Shit cooked up from Gravediggaz laboratory Transformin' brains with remains of a slug With the Undertaker makin' beats
guard on my dills Boom, boom, sauda hati got a hole in her head Cause I couldn't lay her on the mothafucking cemetery bed Aahk, she had madd rot in her crotch Beating
catch me now Trick Daddy Dollars y'all I'm from the muthafuckin' city of Caprice's and Impala's I'll holla dawg ??? the age, straight or shady I still beat
Tore them apart and then Left me No use to fly away to My yesterday Of freedom My eyes died back that day Seeing the hurt I may have done Beat me instead
'm from Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof (Blaaw) Murder in the first and shit Beat a nigga dead body
gal, she lives down on Walnut Street Boys, I got another gal, she lives down on Walnut Street My other gal is so bad, the cops is scared to walk the beat
in a graveyard mine Just twenty-two baby, I don't mind dying Snakeskin shoes baby put them on your feet Got the good time music and the Bo Diddley beat
This song I have it has no beat Yes, it has no beat, yes, it has no beat No, tapping of feet, yes, it has no beat Now in that graveyard on that grave
dealers in front of the store And all of my niggas in the graveyard Stay hard R.I.P. For all my niggas that run the street I'll be smashing beats and
don't know how much longer I can wait I'm your man I'm trying to recover the sweet love that we knew You understand . That my heart can't go on beating
rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passin' trains that have no names and freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
me in a heartbeat And now there's no one left to sleep in my bed Where laughs and cries and memories Were once now, lie tumbleweeds and dust And an empty graveyard
story Got shot in the breast and I know I must die Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly Play the dead march as you carry me along Take me to the graveyard
tombstone hand in a graveyard mine, just twenty-two baby I don't mind dying Snake skin shoes baby put them on your feet, got the goodtime music and the Bo Diddley beat
with the blind the best of your kind Your leaders your God like saviours Run with the cold and do what your told You live by the shepherds of your graveyard
't feel any pain I'm rusted from the rain Go on crush me like a flower rusted from the rain Come on strip me of my power, beat me with your chains And
it rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passin' towns that have no name Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
The day, the day, the day, the day I'm a market square hero gathering the storms to troop 'Cause I'm a market square hero speeding the beat of the street