burns ahead A lonely light below me Awake among the dead I can't hold on any longer These feelings keep growin' stronger Echoes that deafen the mind Will bury
to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your
body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those
your midas, just to sink into your fangs It's the deadly dope man, pumpin thru ya veins Raised in the Bow 213 area code where the criminals dig up your grave lookin for buried
Hiroshima, a shadow burned in time Nagasaki, naked baby melts alive Burnt flesh and rubble from sea to dead shore Such a hideous theater of war But that
'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy Is there a heaven for a gangsta, Lord put me to sleep 'Cause your best friend turn into your
my eyes you could see what summer's holdin' Realizin', every guy I'll fry or dead rowdy I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty 'Cause it got one bury
, you're just in love with everyone and if you were like me, and you were dead within you'd understand that I don't know how to be your friend You've burned
kiddy porn baby with a mouth for disease gidd'y up honey my rubber fuck doll When your candle's snuffed out I'll burn brighter then before pink poinsettias
Poison is bubbling Beneath your dreamhome Buried there years before Kid runs in crying From playing in the garden "Mommy, I burned my hands!" "What
burns ahead A lonely light below me Awake among the dead I can't hold on any longer These feelings keep growing stronger Echoes that deafen the mind Will bury
now come 'on throw your hands up My rap gets on his haunches, we in the meat market Sharking, perfecting cuts is the starches Most determined, burning, burning
matter what, I'll keep your love forever with me" What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead
's time your learned If you dance with tha devil Then yo ass get burned Affiliation Gang bang professional Me and yo murda was intentional Your momma
can touch ya Slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler [Chorus] [2Pac] No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn Sensimilla bar your
miney moe, now tre pound or 44 Pick a strap to take the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your name And where you
your face Drive you to the cemetary, make you sit in the grave I'll bury you, not just my alias name, but the truth Smashin all your favorite rappers,