residence My address is The Row 24 hour lock down When they'll kill me who knows? Guilty, we the unfree Dead men walking Guilty, we the unfree Dead men walking
, my address is The Row. 24 hour lock down, when they'll kill me who knows? Guilty - we the unfree! Dead men walking Guilty - we the unfree! Dead men walking
like butuvas Smooth as luther when it comes to suckin hooters like a hoover Who the man now? impressed so many mamis, I can't count Holdin my count
the table While you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your navel Open your face and pour milk in your forehead Count the bodies, that's four dead Look
snitches, everyday The 9 glock triple platinum in the MIA Kill-a-head and the body dead Kill-a-head and the body dead Kill-a-head and the body dead Kill-a-head and the body dead
's Rollin' wit gangs in the back of the jects where the killin' In Park Ave where young Chris body found A number is all to add to task body count Watch
second Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon If you use it like you 'posed to than you could be Malcolm X Instead of counting body bags, my nigga should be counting
man Enchanted door kickin' evil nigga Named Lord Infamous Nigas what I knowledge do not recognize the ultimate to you into trouble With kona kula serious draggin' dead bodies
a milky beat And drop one rhyme that's self-defined And then you lay back and relax while I climb into your mind Every openin' hole Walk through your body
, pistol under seat, only use that bitch for promo Bad yellow broad, and she sucking on my zo zo While I'm counting Euros, turned it to a funeral Dead
part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there, and I walked
somewhere to duck Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh and catch my breath, count how many shots I had left My clip was full, the first nigga walk through I'm gonna
Black male hard MC Rap record slave, a brother on the scene With a machine gun and one magazine Wanted, a half a million for the body alone Two million
about you, like I do. Count the bodies like sheep Count the bodies like sheep Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums Count the bodies
Kelly] And what am I supposed to do? Suck up to her like everybody else? [Mama Morton] It couldn't hurt. [Velma Kelly] Over my dead body. (camera changes
, where them Tec's fly, dope boys drive them S5's, come smoke and get the best high, who the fuck said the west died, you dead, this the left side, I
you dropped 'Til you seen blood, you ain't even know you got popped Felt your body temperature change from cold to hot Left you for dead, you still alive, count
