before I do the plan is to have as many in the can as I can as I stand before you in this booth a walking dead man blank stare, dead pan look on my face
I'm black My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero Give the
Deadly wardog without fear Ramming through the battlefields Mighty heroes and kings of men Will be dead by this beast, insane Skin of stone and bones
is in Dillinger's dead I guess the cops won again Now it's all over Danny Bailey And the harvest is in We're running short of heroes back up here in
body cast dude Past due, Jean and Kwe' the last two action heroes Actually had the capacity to be the ones in a class of zeros Hip hop's not dead, it
drug dealers too Just business enforcers with hate in they holsters Shoot you in the back, won't face you like a soldier Kurt Loder asked me what I say to a dead
the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder Yo, top 5 dead or alive
work Like a slave on a hot day, with no water Blow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up
hold the globe like vagina Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one hand Golden eye, spy vs. spy, guilty of suspicion Chess boxer, mic in dead
conditions Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead body position Aiyo, it's time to make cash dinero I'm going to the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero Lie
We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it We about to dominate the globe like Oprah did it We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga Hip hop ain't dead
thought you had this, when you can't even come near me, In fact just you thinking that shit is kinda scary, I'm leavin' heads Gratefully Dead like Jerry
my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed. Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low It's time to dead that
I'm puffin' cheeba, We down with New York State and the city of Geneva, G-Town's my residence that's where I stack my dead presidents, And in my mind
a trouble breaker And if somebody gets dumb, well it'll only take a second or two, after some fools snaps Law and order is restored by my hero Charlie
I squeeze my shit, I don't wave it and leave Y'all motherfuckin' extra lame Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch your brain He looked a hero
flash stacks Or squabble with niggas that flash gats Then squirt hot pellets out their nozzles And leave a nigga hurting on the block Sounding like when you gargle Them hero
bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, bite bombs dynamite lead Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah It's scary aint it? Picture yourself going out as a hero