Letras:
Curl Up And Die Dead

Tradução: Curl Up And Die. Muerto.

cha Show you how I light the streets up Kill niggas that never speak up You my fans Sit in the stands and watch me rip these beats up Like a legend, feel

with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up [?Hit the mob dope?] So whats up Punk You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and

grow strong on what you leave behind I built it up and the wolf he came around He huffed and puffed and the house fell down With a rolled up note I'm

dead Thoughts in my head Of mothers and fathers who look at me And I can feel the hatred in their in eyes And it's cold And children are nothing but them

the north and south. You better adjust your place in this world...Before your hair, it starts to curl...and the yellow, red, and Black of this world will tear your ass and

down my resolve It cripples part of my soul And masterfully I'll hide my pain Smell the decay Dead eyes and a hollow smile Pitch black my vision is gone And

the gat bust Four jheri curl niggaz kickin up dust And some of them are even lookin up to us Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss Giving up much

: I stepped out of the St.James Hotel I'd left you behind curled up like a child well, a change is gonna come and as the door whispered shut I walked