catchin bullet holes you can still hear they mamas crying In every second is the grave layed tight niggas getting murdered and losin paper and they life these days aint
aint stay local rock shows around the globe shot down a lot of folks who thought they was hot wit their vocals I kno I visit your grave not as much as
[W.C.:] man I aint gon be shit in the morning after drinking that uh .. [Ice Cube:] ...if I can sell you the american dream, I can sell you anything [
waiting to die. Verse 2 a?? Pressure Now if life is what you make it it's time to build, Man I'm for real aint no telling what this life will yield,
knees to pray Wont you put my girl in a grave Wont you put my girl in a grave Wont you put my girl in a grave Wont you put my girl in a grave
hope in tha range cock tha guage aint complete without a gun keep it in tha trunk hit em up send um on a trip to a grave i'm gonna pop watch em drop
be talking to Big In my hood it ain't no yellow brick road you hear the shots echo Sneakers hanging from a telephone poll In my ghetto there aint no
up with some better lines, And use your own flow instead of mine. So instead of rhyme, You should go to the cemetary and dig your own grave up ahead
Hamlet fishin' in the grave thru custard bones and stuff he aint got no friend in there I believe our man's in love Hamlet's got a gun-now he wears a
be a star well ill get right to the point like them cats who talk about you when they smokin a **** they always rhymin about shit and they aint saying
one Prrattt stick um now you become a victim Now you become a victim Yeah you become a victim Im evil like three sixes nigga minus the mafia Aint no brakes
- yours is by far the worst. I'm duty-bound to tell you, you've been well-and-truly cursed." Ill-fated was my selfless quest. Blind-faith a grave mistake
you could barely see inside Now rumor had it years ago Is where that girl had died Now why they caled it a cafe Well I never understood Cause there aint
'll tell you why - I'm just too poor to go and lay down and die I dreamed at the cemetery I couldn't afford enough To pay them damn grave diggers to
Now I'm back from the dead Don't try to reason with me You'll get nowhere fast and your gonna be sorry FUCK YOU! Cause I'm a fuckin' slave Back from the grave
door goodnight Come back out bout 20 minutes later braggin to the homies how i shook that hater start back hangin start back slangin rappin, sangin, system bangin aint got no job aint
of the devil's pie Who am I to justify All the evil in our eye When I myself feel the high From all that I despise Behind the jail or in the grave I
We are Living in a police state Situations getting grave Right now its all I know We are Living in a police state Moving on the right of state Right