? Will I make it? Bred to hate in this world you're alone You serve a sentence when you've done nothing wrong You look ahead for a better tomorrow When life
wanna do? The narrator RBX, cell block two [Verse Three: The Lady of Rage] Rage, lyrical murderer; "Stranded on Death Row" And now I'm servin a - lifetime sentence
a screw nailed in Return like I was sending self addressed postage Throw bricks the size of the Stonehenge Before battles, we pour blood And toast, death
this one Time is the sentence for my sin Three thousand years my angry soul's Been trapped inside this tomb of my condemn. Death is but a threshold To
heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion [Chorus] [Verse Three: Nas] A place where death
The lie for them, for 25 sentence To keep my eyes on 'em, I straight knowin' when the light shine on 'em Shitty drugs and drama, oppposite three pretty
spots that I'm hidin in Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! {*more sirens*} This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it 'til everybody come
and his wife He lost his life struggling over a gun give a damn what he done that my muthafuckin folk and I love that nigga til death no muthafuckin
: I am the face of death Creator of the thread Manipulation master class The lines between unread I am the broken one The soul you once betrayed Disciple
Raided locc never was a choir boy Ya folks got a gang of priors Maybe that's why one-time's be triflin Tryin to give a young nigga thirty-five to life
roulette, fuck the threat Your whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signer Nigga, we rollin' in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash Three G's in the
, New York trendtogrophy The G O D, 120 degree geography The bomb thick iron skin without a blemish Black art of war chemist Carry out the death sentence
of a screw nailed in Return like I was sending self addressed postage Throw bricks the size of the Stonehenge Before battles, we pour blood And toast, death
offenders fate, the new Secure units for the old custodial sentence. Well we have listened to you for long enough, Taken all your threats, and you ain
I'm fucking done Howling with rage I've lost, they have won My fears proved false They chose to end my strife In the court halls Sentenced no to life... But death
shine every sentence, in my attendance take off them fake pendants, them cubics and them oc?s i do this like the og?s, im realer than a death threat,
