dead behind, Striking forward for a cause, That I once believed. Striking - ripping - crying. Is this humanity, This is not my belief, Living the dead behind
crazy bald head) That's what got you dead Bang your dead, alouette, paint your silhouette Je te plumerai la tete, je te plumerai la tete Bang your dead
I'm trying to find a steady place between two cars One of us gon' either wind up dead, or behind bars Shit, I'm just trying to live, so I could raise
to start Out with my crew some ounks got loud Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd Six punks hit two punks died All casualities appiled to their side Human lives
connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago Detroit, and soldiers on the street willing to die I can't put any cut on the product, I just can't live
I'm benchin' ten quarters, so I'm hard to sweat Used a tat gun, and engraved my set They call me a lifer 'cause I'm good as dead I live in the hole,
[Lil Wayne] Too many women, and not enough time Im a cool cat, but im on life nine. Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line And I don't buy the bar
Sing about everyone that you left behind Sing it for the world, sing it for the world Cleaned up, corporation progress Dying in the process Children that can talk about it Living
mama house pon di hill I've been through struggles and wars I mon survive it with justa few scars Nuff man dead some gone behind bars So right now real
So scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge / As if my
that way, "Well," he answered, "just because." Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last. They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast." Some say they lived
a cup of rock and rye. farewell to you old southern skies I'm on my way, on my way. If all you got to live for is what you left behind, Get yourself
a cup of rock and rye Farewell to you old southern sky I'm on my way - on my way If all you got to live for is what you left behind get yourself a powder
She walks alone down a sleazy backstreet Around a corner, up an alley to a dead end There under a small blue light She enters an unmarked doorway (A low
years living hand to mouth Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth Sweet little baby on a big white doorstep She needs her mother but her mother is dead
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, laugh behind
Hip hop Hip hop Is dead (Had to flip this track again, y'all) Hip, hip hop Hip hop Is dead Hip, hip hop Hip, hip hop Is dead (NYC, Dirty South) Hip
