I made a mistake!" And then I slipped off the chair And I was hanging there: I've got the Dead Man Blues 'Cause even if I win I lose The Dead Man Blues
Peurto Rican, half black, still blazin I be Hangman (Hangman), Mr. Bang-bang man Steel bangin on the handle of my gun Catch you in your hall, while you Mr. Slang-thang man
to make believe she's dead But she's not, she's not In the next tomb, her old man's room, it's another night He slips away on cathode ray into the TV
Boy them cops is killas in my home Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street I ain't no thief, I'm just tryin to eat Man fuck the police and president
your hype man If there's a bystander standing by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out) Cause I can, You get squashed like pop cans I'll be shooting 7 up in your mouth, man
alive inside Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down You should be out killin motherfuckers right now Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead
we knew, you try to fuck us with obby in 52. hhhkkkk pewww, fuck a relationship we through, no more source with street credit them days is dead, Ray'
at the shit, we knew You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too *Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we through No more Source for street cred, them days is dead Ray
Intro: method man Spark that shit up And lets fly Oh my people Heyyy ohhhh Ahhhh hooooo Eiiii heyyy Verse one: sticky fingaz I'm a hoodlum A dick in
Intro: Method Man Spark that shit up and lets fly Oh my people Heyyy Ohhhh Ahhhh Hooooo Eiiii Heyyy Verse One: Sticky Fingaz I'm a hoodlum A dick in
, I try to stay alive, ho" "Smokin that dank to deal with the pain" (My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?) [ Ray Luv ] June 2nd '93
dead wrong Gotta work on my seduction if you wanna get it on But if you think that I'm an easy catch, you're dead wrong Wyclef
my neighbourhood (Where?) In my neigh-bour-hood Peace to the niggas in my neighborhood You're not dead so that means you're doing good To my man DJ
Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man (Lil' Jon) (Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man (Lil' Jon) (Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit
don't deceive me There's something going wrong around here, around here But if looks could kill, there's a man there Who is marked down as dead 'Cause
hate Oh, let there be light The son of the audio cassette era, tech wearer Bullets and begets, Binzbo's speaker terror Till man I get mine till I'm dead
bangin', hit man All day, everyday, we got them, hit man Understand? Ricky Ray got them, hit man Huh? Ricky Ray got them, hit man Sleepy Brown got them, hit man