we don't believe And we will never, never ever be the same Since we buried love we swore would never end So now I'm laying down the flowers on the grave
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time to riff? There's time to take you out Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your head off Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft Lay on
so I run this town When I'm on this mic, yeah So here I go B.o.B, Bobby Ray, I don't know, need I know But I know, that I flow, rack 'em up knock 'em
This is for the soldiers That see the sun at midnight You dig, let me slow down It's so incredible I go to the grave before I be a bitch, nigga Better
Shaolin This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin, this is Shaolin Shaolin, Shaolin Now stay there like it ain't nothing to face fear Flowers by the grave
comin' to blaze the grass Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass Dre, pass me the glass of wine So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine For
off my money my hands off my heat (man i don't know whats wrong with me) [Layzie] The original niggaz put stains in the game it's bloody mo' murda from creep to the grave
of been all hood The flow's all love, thugs could of been all hood Pick up on it, never fully get it, this Bone flow Smilin', hatin' but you'll see me
out flows and you can taste the wet Place ya bet, young nigga ace the test You say Nob' got a old soul, blame the vets Flurp shit from the earth bitch, cradle to grave
Whoo, yeah, turn it up Alchemist, you know what to do Bump that, turn it up, whoo Crazy daddy A'yo, y'all niggaz can't fuck with me, my flow's nuclear
until my feet lose feelin. stack it wall to wall till its leaking through the ceilin. Man All fucking hundreds so whats that like a zillion? working grave
fingers And lied through my teeth The pillar of damage control I've been to the edge And I've thrown the bouquet Of flowers left over from the grave
When we die, when we die When we die, when we die Will our bones be left in strange lands And our grave be dug by cold hands? When we die, when we die
les nuits de Duvalier Rien n'arrete nos espirits Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see In the forest we are hiding Unmarked graves where flowers grow
sleeping, cold wind blowing In the middle of the night They try to find me but I'm still driving If you're going to San Francisco Lay some flowers on the grave
upon me I shrugged them off before my Mom walked in my bedroom The pains of love and they keep growin' In my heart there's flowers growin' On the grave
jail, invited(??) em back Hell, I'm still in that The only thing left now is six feet of cold black Flower bringin' and church singin' In a grave stiffed