Letras:
Death Clock

shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death

studio on lockout like the day they let 'Pac out Back to drop out, store the blockout Homies say the cops out, stash spot got popped out Grind 'til I clock

what's tha sense of workin hard if you never get tp play i'm hustlen' stayin' out till it's dawn and commin' home at 6 o'clock in tha mornin' hand's on

Stand in formation My motherfucking real troopers Lets do it like soldiers All in together now Ready? Hell yeah No retreat no surrender Death before

So many follow but can't reach me Caught in a maze Catch em, mimicking my style trying to walk this way Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death

lamp, many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain till my socks is damp Ain't nothin' like being a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death

Broke out left me to be the man of the house I couldn't take it, had to make a profit Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip Makin G's was my

brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas

: A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once Verse One: They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers