Woorden:
Remembering Never From My Cold Dead Hands

Dependent on things not seen in black and white Responsibility is a dying art form Everything is out of (gun) control "From my cold dead hands" you said

to start this My crew is bottomless Street Lobotomists Gun slingers Glock cocked and diamond ringers My nigga got shot but still alive Hustlers He took a full clip from

And I saw drops of blood on my shirt and I remember The doctors saying I was dead And then later they had to take blood out of my hand 'couse they ran

ass shit Them ol? pussy ass niggas can suck my dick A cold back motherfucker from the 6 zone The same crippled motherfucker got picked on Now I ain't never

cold (Ah) I get cold Every night, night, night Without a prayer in my heart, heart, heart Oh, I get cold Yeah, I get cold Every night, night, night Without a prayer in my

So I unwrapped the guards, but my scars never healed Sometimes stars align and some stars never will Like Ross and Jeezy both y'all my niggas, y'all should chill Instead of beefin', lets remember

I ain't run(from who) Still I stand (yeah) No matter what VA here I am No matter what remember I ain't break(never), I ain't fold(never) They hate me

, Inhale the stench of my nocturnal plunderm I'll never find piece in a cold, hard death bed, Until I have found the deadest of the dead... Your insipid

all will be dead, but I never... dead will be! War!!! The force of my thoughts is invincible and my sword is nourished by blood from the time that