Ha ha, the remix (5 on it) We creepin' in too, baby We got five on that thing, man We got, uh, Dru Down We got the Luniz (Shock G) Yeah, Richie Rich,
family lives, Tell me what I catch, but you're playing knock door ginger. Just gonna lose a lot more, than I need it. They say sleep is the cause of death
pamper (You never know) Every thug, nigga living his life Giving his life meaning Haters in the wings, they feeling their pride stinging We here, death knocking, it's shocking
devoured you, showered you niggas If I was you niggas, I'd run while given a chance Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man Death itself, it can
Scalpel Here Sponge Here Wait, he's convulsing, he's convulsing We're gonna have to shock him Oh my, oh my God We're gonna have to shock him Oh my God
' with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it Like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle Or
you L.A.'s missing you DC's missing you Chicago's missing you (It's been too long and I'm lost without you) Kidad's missing you Shock is missing you
hour when I was on the train And the smell of underarms was drivin' me insane It was a sure-fire way of bringing me to my death I couldn't hold a
whole crowd like, how ya do dat? Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat Yo, I hit these Rmcees with the grip of death
straight (Go straight) Call the doctor, give him all you got Shock him, he gon' tell you it's too late Call the doctor, give him all you got Shock him
'm an expert A battleaxe attached to my necklace Fuck around it's a death wish I'm building with my fans to perfect this Especially fresh to death that
crime scenes, that retired law enforcers This ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down Shot him while gagged and bound, kept the whole town Shocked
know shocks me, the seven heads of juliani Six-six-six, illuminati, and lord makes shorty mummify me I put every word in my diary So in time, every eye can see Send death
In this mad man hell he laid in Logical was hatred Some replacement killer came through, left small traces Engraved his chest Left him for death Left
, rock is dead My music's dead and y'all just scared Aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike Fuck rap, rap's near death
Behold a pair of white horses on the Death Wish course Been watching MTV, reading articles in The Source Lost on the other side of the river Where death
my pocket million in the trunk started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock get a piece