[Sage:] You can't kill me, motherfucker You can't kill me, motherfucker You may try, but you will die You can't kill me, motherfucker Go to bed late,
dollar ice on your wrist don't make you thug cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug bandanas and bad grammer don't make you thug
of the sermon said A prayer for the dead, don't play with the dead Don't try to comprehend what's going on You can't understand, please don't understand
the hype in - early! [Chorus] [DMX] Top, dog, cat's don't, know (WHAT!) Can't fuck with the flow from Y.O. (WHAT!) Ridin too much dick, say it ain't
, beware of animals A fuckin wild habitat My living room is the wilderness with spots on my carpet practicing my gun targets Virtual reality is a rough end
Kaza up in here with me Ha, ha Oh, by the way, it's ya boy The Dead End OG K-Rino See alot of cats do what we do But they don't do it how we do it So
alive [Verse 1: Sam] Intentions to leave a coarse, remourse is extinct Niggas murder and lust the course we own is mislink The pack we don't want it
yarda, I do nada but wait Staring at the barb wire at the top of the gate Beyond that linea is mi familia and friends Everyday I hope that this nightmare will end
word of the sermon said A prayer for the dead, don't play with the dead Don't try to comprehend what's going on You can't understand, please don't understand
[Sage:] You can't kill me, motherfucker You can't kill me, motherfucker You may try, but you will die You can't kill me, motherfucker Go to bed late
To be the player that I be once again call me The capital T-E-C pimpin' hoes tighter then a nigga Rollin' Opitomes, so won't ya holla if ya see me nigga Don't
ice on your wrist don't make you thug cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug bandanas and bad grammer don't make you thug sucker