Dead
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house And get you some scrub, she ain't ya girl Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl Don't, don't be givin no gifts
curl niggaz kickin up dust And some of them are even lookin up to us Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss Giving up much love Dyin for a street
, dr. dre, and yella. But if they were smart as me, Eazy e would be hangin’ from a tree. With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline. Light ’em up, burn ’em up
. Where their ain't nothing but fly bitches and jets In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked Off bread nigga in the 600 throwing up the set He must don
great has fallen, it's fallen and has become the habitation of devils and the home to every fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men
The soldier is bailing out and curled his lips on a bar And I don't know if the dead can talk to anyone Come on and get the minimum before you open up
Fuck the niggas that squable And I hit them back and fourteen hollow, take that 1 - [Carl Thomas] I hear voices inside And I see crime, don't die And
grab your woman like you wanna Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin' on the corner She got caught by the curls and the jewels Lookin' for
a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up, hit the mob dope So what's up Punk You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and
So we could run home and play connect 4 Mum worked late and we learnt to cook Rice peas chicken and stew pea soup In the room watching Kung-Fu films And
was a dry wind And it swept across the desert And it curled into the circle of birth And the dead sand Falling on the children The mothers and the fathers And
balloons, kabooms and mushrooms And my 38. specialist puttin' banker's in they tomb's I'm one, shot, killed, and these bullets all go And you takin' finger print's, and
, hair braided wit 1000 beads (let's do it again) Mama sittin' on the porch 'till the lights come on (do it a) And when I woke up in the mornin' and my
Curl up tight into a ball, curl my body against the soil Staring up here, at the cathedral wall I will sleep tonight, be a baby, forget it all, be a baby
The city of fear I play dead It stops the hurting I play dead And the hurting stops It's sometimes just like sleeping Curling up inside my private
Greasing up those bets and betters Watching out they don't four-letter Fuck and kiss you both at the same time Smells-like something I've forgotten Curled up
