whole keys I cooked up now all my niggaz, makin major figgaz. Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick pistol whip them nigga to death
that he predicted his own death let us never forget it should we ever live to regret it like the day that John F. Kennedy was assasinated in broud day by
are the days of our lives These are the things That we must go through (But I wish it would stop and let me off right now) Day by day We drive around
Hang Hollywood niggaz by they soul train laminates What's the difference between me and you? (What?) About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles Until my death
at me, got me weaving and bobbing Homies are being murdered by lieutenants to sergeants Like weez, we uprooted just as soon we harvest Searching for sunshines, suffocated by
in and out of sleep Flashes of light blotches of color I yell out for help but it's drown out by weather Downpour torrential, power of the vengeful This was all triggered by
Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback It's assassination day, I It's assassination day It's assassination day It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy It's assassination day
streets that sat low These stompin' grounds are known to bring misfortune Fueled by his obsessions, he murder for portions And died from of a miserable death
body with godly fragrance May I sleep with the ancient Feed my flesh to the ravens Wish death on every peagan If I finish my night in some gutter with my throat cut By
cobra's clutch This is enough... [Chorus] [Killah Priest] You bought this Proverb baby! Every day I hear violent screams outside my window I see black hurses followed by
good for peelin potatoes With your manicured hands and gay flows I murder your first born after it's only a day old +Rip the Jacker+ rips the track up
In this mad man hell he laid in Logical was hatred Some replacement killer came through, left small traces Engraved his chest Left him for death Left
Where bears in the woods are chased by Grecian Formula'd bald eagles TV...is mechanized politics remote control over the masses co-sponsored by environmentally
background] Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits [Paris] Yeah, all day everyday we bring believe All day everyday the most extreme All day everyday we bring believe Yeah, all day
hope and love and peace I hope one day you'll see and then you can join us Listen if you love me say the words to me I'm surrounded by so many things
a paper at the newsstand Walk by me, scream out, "somebody help this man" Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at Murderous
is real you know you love him You ain't got ready to die Life after death, give to 'em, however you want it nigga That a day after, give it to ya, however
I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front do' I'm livin' everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another