, we?ll never cease to speak. My body bares the marks of his death, and my spirit, his resurrection. Death couldn?t hold him back. He arose from death
comes, we?ll never cease to speak. My body bares the marks of his death, and my spirit, his resurrection. Death couldn?t hold him back. He arose from death
thug life pouring belve on ya heart Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it Chop bricks take trips
they bustin at cops It ain't no game with the underground, came from the underground Pushin a hundred thousand, we out the trunk, never browsin JT, another boss from
recognize Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz, Untouchable mob of pistol packers, Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers', Forever buzz, roll with
Cent] A, B [Scarlett] You can't fuck with me [50 Cent] C, D [Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don't talk me to death [50
wings never heal. So justifies the kill. Wait out the winter under forced custody. The static cold feels more like home than this open-armed penitentiary
i promise i would share the pain i had with you, outside of your window with a sniper rifle and im aiming it at you stay the fuck away from me bitch
and ravines Drug runners farmers with their families Young women with little children by their sides Come night we'd wait out in the canyons And try to keep 'em from
death becomes irrelevant Heads affixed to a machine Peel the skin from random skulls exposing bone Cracked open with vice like force Spray my face with
Faceless flesh remains from the victims Hacked with brutal force until slain Consumed with anger, lunacy Relentless killing dependency [Solo: Pat] Slit open
was born with a birthmark of cinders Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from
the game You're shot in the face [Chorus] Ambushed from behind Dying in the mud Heads split open Gushing with blood Comrades brothers Die in your hands
be the day of reckoning. The gauntlet has been thrown, and the challenge is met. With death-rattle chains, and brimstone from below. I will come with
