Drugs, liquor, drugs I love to smoke crack I love to shoot smack I love to fuckin' drink I love my smoke when it stinks I need it in my veins I need
[Chorus:] You give me for honor (graves) Where your soldeirs lay (graves) They're so far away (graves) The home of the brave (graves) I won't die in
Yeah Yeah Murder, death As I search to analyze reality, the true Meaning of life, Out simple existence means nothing God has a gun, the truth, life
You say that I hang out all night, that's okay, 'Cause you drink all muthafuckin' day You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom, Raise another brew
Ride of the edge Write my name in red Write me off as dead, [Missed] They deliver. We keep on sippin' Patrone, Forget about the liver. I was born at
ridin I done put a thousand miles on my body [Rick Ross Talking] Born to win Look around From the projects to the penthouse Our vision never changed, we self made Count
's Rollin' wit gangs in the back of the jects where the killin' In Park Ave where young Chris body found A number is all to add to task body count Watch
and I'm coming from the streets She said I love the guys you can't trust Meet me here about dusk I was half dead then I got born again I got lost in
Where's your anger where's their body count they want to know why you fight when the inside's rotting out here's their omission there's the infection
props, unorthodox, so watch Where we live, we get beat up, by the cops But that can't stop, the kids are so hip-hop Roof to roof top, dropped, the eight count Dead, dead
Rappers, I'm here so come get it But those that tried are real sorry they did it 'Cause I hit it hard, nail on the head, now they're dead But that's
be the Don Juan's of this rough shit Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show Count my cash flow Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Range Rove Brand new clothes, I got
Kelly] And what am I supposed to do? Suck up to her like everybody else? [Mama Morton] It couldn't hurt. [Velma Kelly] Over my dead body. (camera changes
down underneath the remains I'm a psycho-maniac, welcome to my nightmare I'll use your brain like chemical warfare I'm out of mind let's count the bodies born dead
I was born Everett Ruess I've been dead for sixty years I was just a young boy in my twenties The day I disappeared Into the Grand Escalante Badlands
The Game Speaking ------ From California Born in Seminole Hospital nigga, November 29, 1979 On some G shit My moms ain't scream or nothing And I ain't
, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it