ترانه:
Smoke Blow Dancing With The Dead

my back she's dancing with the dead bonebeats pounding in my head she's dancing with the dead dancing with the dead dancing with the dead dancing with the dead

bitch, he's a MC right Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's holdin' the mic Fuck with me, and boy you're doomed I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room '

my second hand smoke lifted everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm Hit me with the eighteen bronze, buddah palm About to blow like Napalm

Dead never That, Be Careful What You Wish For today's Your Day To Get Yours blowin' Up The Spot From The Sixth Floor, Bent Off come And Get Your On Smoke

to smoke me out, (mope me out) 'cause the rims on my new joint be poking out (I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep) Do they dance with the devil

long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear. But the stars were out and they danced about 'ere again I ventured near. I was sick with dread, but I bravely

another one, homicidal in the G ride I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside Letting 'em have it with my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking

rap Yo, I'm a hero! Sometimes I feel the same way Like the folks involved with Ground Zero And somebody owe me boy, I'm dead serious This year my Squad better blow

No Limit like Pac, Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe And blow, up like the world trade And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with