to blame Memories will never rust Feeding the ?ame Left for dead Six feet down in the dirt Dust from the burning Ashes to ashes Left for dead Empires
then yo, fuck it, it just comes Yo, who you? I'm Dr. Death motherfucker ever heard of me? Close your eyes, cross your fingers, time for surgery I'm already dead
t need no has been messin' up my corner And you better get that mad look off your face for I knock it off Hey fool you ready for another beating You should
Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens Let them other niggaz wear that, we take the credit While we was shopping for
need no has been messin' up my corner And you better get that mad look off your face for I knock it off Hey fool you ready for another beating You should
Run for your lives, oh my God Yo watch it, yo what everybody runnin' for? This is it, run for your lives Motherfucker quit pushin' Oh my God, run for
head All of my life been lied to, misled Voices be like, "Don't you wish you was dead?" No ground to place my feet, I feel the fire under me A way out
man they felt, a carnivore Ravage Maim On the high plain they lost their lives Hundreds were slain Their bloodstains will always show for all time Firing
moon on the left to rep the darkness Ain't nothing clean on the walls, we hit'em with cans and markers My arches are ready to fire the fire arrows The
tongue Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums Where the shots echo, for twisted metal for
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking Roxanne Shante is only good for
again Cold and rust less and iron will Protectorate of the dead A thorough sweep prelude to death Secrets kept but no one left Firing squad begins their
chronicle, astronomical Pass me the gun for mans extinction I piss in the fountains of youth you drink from My stomach got young dead orphans in it I
for his third shot which he will have to play out of a dreadfully muddy lie. He?s sticking with his 7 iron closes the club face a little. He starts his
chance get that close Fuck an advance, 'cause I get that dough Beef with me, enemies come sleep with me for breakfast Guaranteed to eat this toast I'm reckless, fire
, Nicky Nickitine man ectasy'll twist yo spleen tell that to the freak in them jeans, know what I mean It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the
clock say 7:30 So sudden move and you gon' be left somewhere real dirty, dirty Double R, a camp where it's all champs And if y'all want to stop fire,
move that, more whip whop arriving And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic For for the
