wrong colombian. Politision, Collage prison, electrician, officetion, we all gone end up in this position, in the box with our body all stiffen. This the homie Mark he got murdered by
Have you reached a verdict? Yes, we have Your Honor, we find the defendant guilty On all counts for crimes against all humanity By virtue of the jury
My conscience is black and it's strange 'Cause I murdered a bitch and the devil just rushin' my time With this 9 in my hand, causin' death when you sleep
, we quick to murder a trick You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them glocks Backed up by da
My conscience is black and it's strange Cause I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the Devil just rushin my time With this 9 in my hand causin death when you
we hazin?, sexy pair of [Incomprehensible] Chinky eyes, dark hair, you would swear they Asian They Bahama mamas, holdin? llama mamas Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mamas Murder them, murder
stress I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff The operator say, "If you accept, say yes" "Yes, what's the deal, son?", "Yo, I got bad news" Yo, by
cops are runnin' white chalk around your dead body Abandon ship, niggaz are ready to flip and bag a punk They can't fight next night, twistalism by your grave sight Over, yes
represents sex, Techs, and a vest And death rush on street crooks that ride hard for they sets It gets old man, I'm tryin' to see my people be blessed Yes
the pen facing life or death Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps Chorus Buck buck Niggas get touched don't step to this Represent my set with this tech on a death
statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality. Afraid of death, we can not save ourselves. To breathe is not enough. Yes sir, I Will.
distant. Of these many Stand before it until death. To others, it is distorting, everything In it being warped and buckled by fear, yet perceived as
[Daz intro] Throughout the city the gunfire lit up the street We ride for revenge honor and respect Death to all y'all homeboys, Catching niggas slipping
' And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin' blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
me a number of less fortunate rappers Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row records
" I got a message for the warden I'm comin' for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gorden We get surrounded in the mess hall, yes y'all A crazy motherfucker makin' death
Robert De Niro. Chorus: Jack Frost nipping at your nose (sample of Nat King Cole) Gollllden State Waaaarrriioooors, come out to pllllaaayyyyyyyy! Ha haaaaa! Yo. Yes, Yes, Yes
Lucifer son of da mornin' I'm gonna chase you out of earth Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' I'm from the murder capitol Where we murder for capitol