Fordítás: Dead Boys. Élő és halott.
Chorus:] Dead and alive ain't breathing I'm Dead and alive feeling so damn Dead and alive Being a servant by day Smiling and stroking my way I get my
alive (To fight) It's just reality (It's just reality) Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (To stay alive
hoe Cusswords, just don't quit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop And it don't stop, and it won't stop,
If it's dead I left it If I touched it its epic The 16 verses so valuable Cool kid I do it all so casual, so flammable Since five were alive I was
Scoo do do do do do do Racecars and Weed Jars Nigga [Verse 1:] I got a style for every bump in ya face, Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge Open and
're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys We're here to make noise We're here to make noise Nigga, we're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys
warm With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive
of the fam, and nasty pics of Shawnna If you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck
ruckus? Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers Chorus: Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets -- these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
lil punk or bust that gun muthafucker hesitate and his ass is done POMONA 12 and BASSET EMF and PUENTE AZUZA and LOMAS in the streets it get hectict ese NORWALK and CHIVAS and
started all this crazy shit And now we never set out without a loaded clip And we headed up to the dunk rim Little boys on the court so we punked them out And
shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Come on Space and beyond Mind dumpin in the yard
is gone Boys, it's on 'cause the homies watch your back Life is over like that Once it's done, it's done, it's dead Ticky tocky, ticky dead A thousand
ours Leave us pure water and forest uncut think of tomorrow leave something for us Your God may be dead but ours is alive we think without him we cannot
thugs And the niggas on the corner Sellin' drugs for the thugs, yes sir For the thugs and the boys down south Much love for the thugs, yes sir For the thugs and the boys
steal cars, we steal people We eat like dogs, but we still people And even when ya lost, trouble still see you And even if ya dead broke, we are still
