forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot What's beef? Beef is when I murk you on the spot Labels
of his 40-ounce bottle On the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette 'Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death He got murdered by a fiend my
Though we trod one away on third rails in front of metal giants Death defiant to cops we keep lying In the bushes ambushes being plotted clean trains being spotted
killer seen with the guillotine shotty with Junior M.A.F.I.A. rockin ya fuckin spot Cockin the Glock, fifty bust, hit the dust This spit shit murderous
real world is carefully controlled, Why else would fiction have such licence? We are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths, But when the real deaths
Dome Split A Long Mission, I Remember Being Homeless So In The Kitchen With Cause, Them Chickens Was Boneless Yo Black Gloves, Black Mask, Black Shirt, Black
Stand on the back line, rope fit for kings How we floss, high gloss, we livid through your dreams Death before dishonor, cut by Kitana Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana Getting fucked by
yo Yo, yo, yo... Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots and drug spots
sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by
Everyone in the crew knew what I said would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead Let's peel their caps back The cars at the corner like a long black
throw your set Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project [Fredro] You wanna bang nigga bang, fucking bang your set Wanna play gun rap, I'll arrange ya death
the Raider, Sticky Fingaz] When I die, I don't want none of my niggaz to cry Just dress me in a black suit, and a black tie Pass me by to the darkest
won't hear it Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to
don?t think you wanna get murked by the boy My shit is military, y?alls is like a nursery toy It?s hurting you boys My team ain?t even hungry, we famished I murder
I did a walkby and the attitude I have is Fuck everybody if they ain't from the ?? (fo' sure) Little voices in my head got me doing dirt The ever deaths of the murder
? Synplicity Synplicity I am known by none and feared by many Known by none? By many! What? You heard me! I am known by none and feared by
hatchet but its nuttin familiar Nonbelievers keep walking till we finally arrive Black smoke around the family with the red in our eyes Cold chills from the death
seen with the guillotine shotty with Junior M.A.F.I.A. rockin ya whole fuckin spot Cockin the Glock, fifty, bust, hit the dust to spit shit murderous