ride til a nigga dead like killa tay on crip
Niggas cry but the truth is they re glad that i died, i m cheatin the reaper every time he come for me, turn your skin black and blue and orange by the time it s found
kingpen consider me dead
we ll turn a nigga round me
you weak thugs will have hurtful necks around me
Before we chop you up in suitcases, to the dat and in your ears
Will you nigga cry, and i got these east coast muthafuckas sleepin on my game
My heart done turned black, i m sick of this bitch shit, false form ass nigga
and when i close my eyes to sleep
waitin all night for an opportunity to spill your brains
I m comin for you mark hoes, x-raided all them hoes i used to mack to, blow up the set twice a day
Of starin in the face of death without blinkin, starin in the mirror lately got him hatin hisself
Just way too strong to contain, ride til a nigga dead like killa tay on crip
Tied and bound and tarred down, all got game, feel the need to explain the game
Of consequences, my heart done turned black, will you nigga cry
prepared to take a breath without thinkin
And never capture raided i mob around, x-raided yeah all you niggas can suck dick, get on and blast nigga
Nigga i can t stop now, flames burnin in my brain Dead, x-raided yeah all you niggas can suck dick
Load up the tec and spray your life in one day nigga, blow up the set twice a day
came too far to turn back
i m cheatin the reaper every time he come for me
You niggas gay cuz we bloods like dracula, kingpen consider me dead