be alright [Mami] OK [G. Luciano] Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever And we gonna get
care if you got a Car, you can't go far enough, you gotta have friends. Girl, girl, girl, all alone, tried to get out but they dragged you back home,
in a psychos world You run me down Fuck around And you're dead gone Shake ups, road blocks That don't stop till one don't drop Beta what time is it Home
that makes black so beautiful I ain't slippin or down with a head trip I'm talkin to all the Bloods and all the Crips Throw down your rag and get on the
ashamed To be an American When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes Trying to start another Viet Nam Whilke fiddling while Rome burns at home
need The bunker doors sequestered beneath the tall tumble trees Gold chords from the organ cut down your swordsman Tell everybody to SHUT THE FUCK UP when I'm talkin' From
ever get to World War VIII Food supply low, they speak of goin' above ground to find mo' I cry out "NO - DO NOT GO!!!" The window is closin', from the
nigga Big Bone Tyrone (Big Buddha!!) D-Day from A-1 They doin it like that down they bitch ass The Resevoir HOGGS up in this motherfucker! (All day smashin) There go
to keep me away, To keep me away from home Papa get the rifle from its place above the french doors They're coming from the woods Oh they're coming from
mic That's way above average and take it however you like However despite I'm left to write 'Till my forearms get all tight And my fingers start cramping
my purpose because I know what it's like when your feeling down and alone no where to go parents fightin so I don't wanna go home not a snake I stay humble
Makes me wanna throw stones at a deacon in his home when he preachin' See that's Satan makin' my heart cold as a breeze till it's frozen from freezin' Gotta get
That's a death wish When you see the blood, realize that your chest is hit And don't know where it came from (lyrics from newlilwayne.com) That's a death
death do us part, I'ma always have your back You beefed cause you heard that I was cursin in my raps Eighty-six, still you wanna run and get the straps
dyin' a painful death alone. Don't smile lest a innocent (?) chile The power of god is gonna get to be your tal (?). Throw like a hit from the best take
every time they get ready to take off Peace ya'll. Bring a shovel next time Cause it's cold down here and this dirt is a thick line between life and death
your bloodlines Scars from the sunshine tragedies and punchlines Premature deaths occur before the person?s ready Said the fella before gently falling down and passing out Well there you go