But no one is right, if no one is left. Laughing let us perish... Amid laughter let us each face our doom. No one is right, if no one is left
in a scandal Police ain't right and we ain't neither Everybody want something equal Listen up my people We gotta down get down for, right Now! Nigga fuck yo people And this is
feel what it's like to every moment face his death. Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in And you know it blows right through
And if you can - you're lyin' to yourself And if you lyin', you're dryin' with your cover And if you dyin, you fuckin' with your death I'm Snoop Dogg
left right I ain't trying to... I'm living the blessed life Would I trade it in motherfucker? Yeah, right Black niggers can't hit me nor see me This is the graveyard, death
day that daniel Cowman stopped existing The world should've ended right then and there At precisely four-fifteen when he stopped existing The world
skeleton thin Sniff white lines off powerful men But see, all that's a thang of the past, she got class And be damned if she'd let herself burn and crash
' I don't see why in the world to me you frontin'? And if you was that nigga then you still mean nothing Homes, my gun is bustin' (What?) Fuck all y'
is warm and her hair is wooly And it attract a lot of energy even negative She gotta dead that the head wrap is her remedy Her back is strong and she
? If you had a choice, life or death What would you choose? If you had a choice, life or death What would you choose? If you had a choice, life or death
feel what it's like to every moment face his death Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in And you know, it blows right through
the day that Daniel Cowman stopped existing The world should've ended right then and there Precisely four fifteen when he stopped existing The world
And give you a taste of what's left, before I see death Watch a nigga back, 'cause I don't trust nobody Left hand hold the mic, and right bust the shottie
my medals upon my chest So I could left-right-left in a certain death God's speed and God bless In the end I hope God is impressed if I'm put to rest
there; catch me if you can, catch me if you dare". At all th4ese moments, and all these daydreams, and all our breaths which dream idly into deaths, deaths: at all these deaths
can watch people cause slug backwards is evil Levantore Yo, what's this? Yo bust this. Yo it's time to up lift They think all we do is bust clips and
my chest weezin left breathin, shadow of death creepin my ex beefin layin threats to get even me dreamin of Russian Roulette left leakin but if I was left
