damned if they send me to an early grave Chorus [C-Murder, (Ms. Peaches)] [C-Murder] I be damned if they murder me Until I die, I'll be high when they bury me
be damned if they send me to an early grave Chorus [C-Murder, (Ms. Peaches)] [C-Murder] I be damned if they murder me Until I die, I'll be high when they
Перевод: C-Murder. Проклят, если они меня убить.
damned if they send me to an early grave Chorus [C-Murder, (Ms. Peaches)] [C-Murder] I be damned if they murder me Until I die, I'll be high when they
the messages at Shady Records you left me The fourth letter: "Slim, you really startin' to upset me!" The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me
see/C-Murder like five-oh-fo' Better have my money cause I knock on do's Better yet I leave 17 peepholes, squeeze with the eagle Bet I murder like five
me I shoot by the bar - place my order Big baller orderin all that damn water I head up to VIP thug-style like WOW; nobody sippin on cristal? They all
a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine. This is how we like to do it in the murder scene. Can we settle up the score? [Chorus] If
this bullshit they selling me When the government throwing more curves than the letter C I said the letter C I guess that's for correctional They try to box me
it My brain is haunted with mean dreams GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes to get richer Than Richie, quickly, niggaz wanna hit me If they get me,
you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear things scream in my dreams Murder, murder in black convertibles I kill a block, I murder
earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to
Thanks to dalyricalmaster@tupac.com for these lyrics. (Intro: WC) Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C
slow slice Through your jugular and windpipe Throw me in jail, I won't even try to make bail Put me in the gas chamber and watch me inhale Is this true
left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me
lay when playin' with destiny Play too deep for me to say little Layzie came to me Told me if he should decease well then Please bury me by my gran,
