Rah_Exodus18:11
04-15-2005, 06:10 PM
celebration of death off a dead hommies expense
old milwaukee on da curb and old milwaukee on our breaths
my girl ask me why i always wear black i reply by saying
"us niggaz are under attack" i live for da cheddar stacks
fresh outta jail... bought myself a dell now i'm in my favorite group's board
raising hell but nothing can take away from a dead hommies murda
if i knew who did it i would roll up and serve em'
da casket drops so does da gun i'm eliminating niggaz until i know who is da one that made my homeboy's blood run under the early morning sun
i'm trapped in a paradox i guess it's better than being carried by 6 in a pine box so i proceed to smoke weed and slang rocks
i had nightmares of me dying by a church
i guess that means i'll die holy without the pain of living in hell on this earth
it's sad that my hommie had to be the one to die first
but even he said that us niggaz are living in a curse
blood on my shirt asking god for a rebirth but no response so i continue to say this ghetto life hurts drinking liqour thinking what this lifes worth...
steadily struggling i rely on my nonstop hustling to keep me calm and to keep my bitch from fussing in my hood there is no such thing as "thug luvin'" just another dead nigga a victim from the gun bustin'
old milwaukee on da curb and old milwaukee on our breaths
my girl ask me why i always wear black i reply by saying
"us niggaz are under attack" i live for da cheddar stacks
fresh outta jail... bought myself a dell now i'm in my favorite group's board
raising hell but nothing can take away from a dead hommies murda
if i knew who did it i would roll up and serve em'
da casket drops so does da gun i'm eliminating niggaz until i know who is da one that made my homeboy's blood run under the early morning sun
i'm trapped in a paradox i guess it's better than being carried by 6 in a pine box so i proceed to smoke weed and slang rocks
i had nightmares of me dying by a church
i guess that means i'll die holy without the pain of living in hell on this earth
it's sad that my hommie had to be the one to die first
but even he said that us niggaz are living in a curse
blood on my shirt asking god for a rebirth but no response so i continue to say this ghetto life hurts drinking liqour thinking what this lifes worth...
steadily struggling i rely on my nonstop hustling to keep me calm and to keep my bitch from fussing in my hood there is no such thing as "thug luvin'" just another dead nigga a victim from the gun bustin'