to be scared, to petrify both flare [? ], Those who live fearing death, might as well be dead, Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall, Martyr or mass murderer
1st Infantry (Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa We boyz in da hood...wanna see a dead body) [Verse 1 - The Game] Sittin in a lowrider, murda
weed tastes like wood and you should, recognize life is more important every second that goes by, it's only getting shorter we order death at the burger stand murder
a G in life, I'm still a G in death And if you think I'm not a thug, don't hold your breath My name is Blaze, and I roll with Anybody Killa "Drive-By
nigga wanna sound like Bone for a record deal Should'a kept it real and quit fronting. Nigga Go round-for-round with the best Nigga, step up and meet your death
, they call me Hornet cause I'm Green Anytime a nigga get murdered on the scene It's strictly for the paper, that shit could kill, you know the deal I
gravity Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer's field And that's really what caused Roswell Undercover operatives workin for COM 12 Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal
spittin' inside a Zero Vector System Murder murder murder, kill kill kill drills Williams was real ill, but now I chill Fuck a record deal; my trainin
to ya spine the back cracker smack you with my verbals & graphic grammar My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama get touched by my Arm & Hammer
, bust a slug thug niggaz Yo know the deal pa, yo, yo, aiyo [J-Boo] I'm shittin on the whole world, you know the name DV's to the death, never playin
it Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you? (What?) About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles Until my death
injure And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a ninja Great pretender, now it's time to deal with what's real War, four score with a hundred raw niggas
doom I'm pushin your ass right back through your mother's womb Raggamuffin no bluffin, it's all real When I pull the steel prepare for a raw deal One
that we did it, he 'gon bid it Kept his mouth shut, and never shitted On who his murder flirted with death Like every team, aiight! You know the verdict
by the gun, you die by the gun Don't do this killin shit for real, why do the shit for fun? Try ta murder my blood, can't let it slide Family pride committin
Betta Off Going To Get They Burner! This Is Mixtape Murder, Mixtape Spit-Strait Murder! This Is Mixtape Murder,Mixtape Murder-Mixtape Murder!!! -Its Street-Sweeper To The Death
, hire Professionals, shit explodes, you can tell by the damage that we do it shows. RNF be the clique stand for Real Nigga Flows, death becomes to all