Letras:
From First To Last Now That You Re Gone

pride to the grave Won't feel sorry now that you're gone Just a memory distant and vague I do what I can to keep it that way I am now the bastard son

your pride to the grave Won't feel sorry now that you're gone Just a memory distant and vague I do what I can to keep it that way I am now the bastard

you go to sleep I hope you wake up knowing that you were meant for all of this first, take time to breath you don't need me you don't need anything its

why you ain't go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that Then you lied

Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt

you smell that? What's that? I smell pussy. Is that you Irv? I smell pussy. Is that you Ja? I smell pussy. Is that you Black? I smell pussy. Is that

you gonna do, what you gonna do? (do, do, heee heee!) When the new world order come for you. (for you, for you, ahh!, ahh!) All you can do, what you

it's the first thing that I would do) (And I'll make sure he'll follow you) Leave house They say that I'm lonely That I hide away That I hide away from all of you

you're not the first or the last You're nothin but a short story from the past You're dead now, not number one but a zero Take notes from Eazy-E, the