fuck a wave journer See I be what John Wilkes Booth was to Lincoln, blam! Sirhan Sirhan, peepin through the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy Dead prez
money, and be out the door [W.C.] Racket, racket, comin' out of the back end Dead at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you Swang affiliate, X.O. sip,
have mercy on me, cause I'm gone always sleep If I can't find him and his family fin to feel me [Chorus - 2x] [Z-Ro] The world as I'm seeing soaked,
Worldwide this tour Cause yo you know how that go We gon' get together y'all, word up That's how we gon' bring it to you We gon' go all around the world
'm bringin what a nigga feel Caps get peeled [Chorus]2x [Ms. Tee] Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is [B.G.] T-shirts wit pictures representin dead
automatic if you want to get off your chest Shoulda broke it to the left man [Chorus x3] [ColdHard] Listen up, I heard some mothafucker said that they want some static
(feat. Static X) [Intro: M1] Uh, yeah, yeah DP's an' Static X, Bigger than Hip-Hop What you thought we just all 'bout music [Hook: Static X] hip..hop
up the album when a dead man walk Infact ain't it alls lovin it when the artist can't talk People like us man confuse drugs crew And revel in the static
your crucified, like you was Jesus on the floor spreadin', like diseases sippin' the Henny, who say cool lockin' the Semi Automatic, niggas jumpin' like acrobatics, when static
mine And we're walking through the ghetto and the feelin' is fine [x2] [Lil Dap:] Before I wake up I thank the Lord for the day God bless the dead yo
I'm here to trouble you I represent the W And if you want to start some static homie we can rendeavous [x2] [Knightowl] I got the whole world lookin
whipper whopper wailing wit willis Dillis do crills crills do dillis I'm ills like wills for the thrills of The phills nils phylis My rap style kills dead
with the free pics, the tight ones Lots of categories, point your arrow, they're a light sum I zone out in the web world of triple-X I never knew what
hood go to war with the world if I gotta, Roll up ya sleeves, put ya dukes up and bleed, Tommy Wright don't fight, wrong move, ratter-tatter [Hook x1
the street with the sweepa, nigga you're gone Sandman and Slinky Capone Please don't go, reach for your chrome it's on Dead and gone written all up in
flesh and silver Never speak in questions, the scriptures of a building [Chorus x2] [Warcloud:] Astronaut candy, space caramel, jelly beans Gyms from around the world
the sea cliff, strength versus weakness People of the world, let my particles unite [Warcloud:] Aiyo, let the dead bury their dead, the wasteful son