that day} {Severely wounded and riskin' his own life, Lawrence Joll, a medic Was the first livin' black man since the Spanish-American War To receive the United States
don't use Abbreviation, I don't even play the radio neither Only if I need to know the sports or the weather I'm a cool type of brother but yep, your head I'll sever
Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man Just rhymin' over here man Hey go 'head, go get drunk, nigga Ay, go smoke yo' weed, nigga Yo, go drink
[The Notorious B.I.G] I went from Construction Timbs to Ac's with rims, Flippin' mix tapes to bitches feedin' me grapes, Peep my mind state, Big Poppa
conviction, shit was not fiction Now you in a state of non-fiction Make you beg for mercy, if you ever approach me I blow your head off, when I talk
recent voyage to the Dirtball? This is professor Data My transmission signal is weak and my communication is shattered We came in contact with several
with force that made blocks split Flocks tried to escape a fate that made even hard rocks slide As nuclear dropped out of the sky, causin' burns too severe
pay the cost They saw he was severely reprimanded In the blackest cell on A block He hanged himself at dawn With a note stuck to the bunk head 'Don'
slice, it closes back up He unsays the words he said which were, 'What the fuck' And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut Then the blood from he severely severed
Demolition of bodies, smashed and broken Piles of guts, moist and steaming Tendons severing, brains are boiling Unburied corpses in state of decay Rotten
in his car, they wouldn't go far. He would hit them on the head, with an object until they were dead. Murdered young girls in several states, from jail
In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team This queen never seen herself on this Corner She still wanna see California But this is her world [Chorus repeated several times] [Kids stating
bring some there. I bleed the blood of a cold stone that roams without a shadow I'm only deep enough to realize that I'm shallow My head I keep it up
to take up a collection I got game like I read the directions I'm wishing that I had an automobile As I feel the cold wind rush past But let me state
one left Firing squad begins their work Harsh reprisal for what you took Retribution selective terror The stench of death is everywhere A severed head
t on the front lines taking two in the heart Ellusively smart, that's why I hide from the feds Jason Voorhees style, five severed heads Five corpses, five state
his body in Missouri Banish the apparatus of Gladys to crematories My territory, perimeter of pergatory Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon your click Circulatory Causing head