death do us And y'all weak to us If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst It's a must we burst ours first Nigga we infamous, ashes to ashes till death do us And
death to bid Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga butt [Billy Danze - Verse 7] You about to witness an M.O.P thug out And for
, I'd go and join the circus sideshow if I weren't pleased and wanted to be teased and taunted. it's all confetti and rice particles, trophies and
-four blow I get low, they say I go like a pro It's a wrap, and I'm ghost in the smoke like a roach You've been clapped and in fact there's no comin?
in a classic death waltz Between the masters of flesh and fantasy The poets down here don't write nothin' at all, they just stand and and let It all
death Five hundred girl deaths A Mexico revenge, it's stolen land They really get it off on "Don't hurt me please" Rapist fill the TVs And the secret
and stress for cigars to roll It's like the farther we go, we cover less distance Life's a freak and it'll fuck you and all that you want in this diss
Gudda:] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the doe still, And anybody in my way, Roadkill, Evrything my hands touch turn to gold, Money, Knots and
No fight to the death it's a suicidal success Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ My words strike you, and any motherfucker that likes you "It's coming, Seamus!" And
and my chick is like JFK and jackie They can't wait to catch me in dallas top down the grassy knoll and clap me Kidnap my body And fuck up the autopsy
Me and my chick is like JFK and jackie They can't wait to catch me in dallas top down the grassy knoll and clap me Kidnap my body And fuck up the autopsy
slip and you fold, the shit's lethal We roll Mobb D-iezel, the whole Q.U. double-E, N-S And when you spot us, play low-key [Prodigy] Dunn these niggaz is actresses, and
wake is over, and I?m drunk and feeling fine I?ll go out there and find me another boy to pass the time As we?re dancing cheek to cheek and the lights are laid low
:] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the doe still, And anybody in my way, Roadkill, Evrything my hands touch turn to gold, Money, Knots and Jewels