I’m gonna die send a couple demons to heaven loose a
klip in a A.K 47 N pull out the Mac 11
they close they’re eyes hear gun’s screaming bullets lokn killN niggas for no reason he
gone die n smell
go to hell kuz he’s a piece of shyt it aint hard for him to tell death of me left a spell that dwell within
ur L that’ll
make ur throught swell o well it aint for me 2
say I leave it in god’s hands
in his name I pray that he may make it
through the day until the end of time 2012
rewind to 1999 real nigga rydn
on the front willy of fire
hellmary burning down the city screaming thuglife
wispering pac is still
alive I ryde until I died ask my ma’ma why thugz crie
all eyes over my grave above my casket pooring
Bad boy lies diddy did it did he yeah he do it biggie
fry’s while shakur rise Nigga I seek you Hide high
in a black bag mumma fide moments of terror
crusafictial homicides know it’s
maggets crawling out vortical I’m a hurry up n barry
you creeping shadow proof throw bodies off the roof make it poof
I take souls I forever had the juice mixed with grey goose typing typsie
drunk so I’m gonna tell the hood the truth

I feel like shooting copz and not give a fuck because I’m just a nigga from the block tryn to spend a buck n change before I hit em up so I maintain i had anuff of tight cuffs I rather bang let da gun bust pop pop sirens rush just in time to witness bodies drop

I’m gonna die send a couple demons to heaven loose a
klip in a A.K 47 N pull out the Mac 11
they close they’re eyes hear gun’s screaming bullets lokn killN niggas for no reason he
gone die n smell
go to hell kuz he’s a piece of shyt it aint hard for him to tell death of me left a spell that dwell within
ur L that’ll
make ur throught swell o well it aint for me 2
say I leave it in god’s hands
in his name I pray that he may make it
through the day until the end of time 2012
rewind to 1999 real nigga rydn
on the front willy of fire
hellmary burning down the city screaming thuglife
wispering pac is still
alive I ryde until I died ask my ma’ma why thugz crie
all eyes over my grave above my casket pooring
Bad boy lies diddy did it did he yeah he do it biggie
fry’s while shakur rise Nigga I seek you Hide high
in a black bag mumma fide moments of terror
crusafictial homicides know it’s
maggets crawling out vortical I’m a hurry up n barry
you creeping shadow proof throw bodies off the roof make it poof
I take souls I forever had the juice mixed with grey goose typing typsie
drunk so I’m gonna tell the hood the truth

I feel like shooting copz and not give a fuck because I’m just a nigga from the block tryn to spend a buck n change before I hit em up so I maintain i had anuff of tight cuffs I rather a bang let da gun bust pop pop sirens rush just in time to witness bodies drop