address but yo I gotta get dressed Come watch a mobster get fresh Linen and Ostrich on deck I know ya'll wish that them shots woulda shot me to death But death
never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
Watch 'em bleed to death Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath Chorus: {lil' ya} Pop 'em up, pop 'em up Watch 'em bleed to death Ya played
sun where to stand in the morning? And who told the ocean you can only come this far? And who showed the moon where to hide 'til evening? Whose words
and tooth under my skin Oh, freedom, where do I begin? I'm changing my inflection And how I say the words Maybe it will sound like something they've never heard Oh, death
And so it goes the deadly game It never ends the squirrel-wheel of death is here Forcefeeded end when life begins It's planted in our skin too deep to
Death to cowards, traitors, and empty words To those adorned with the touch of rose petals And the blessed gift of forgetfulness For these are your years
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus- Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya
temples Dead daughters are born The presses are empty The editor's torn Whose husband was the first to fall? Who died the worst death of them all? How
I deny the system of hypocrisy and greed Diarrhea of empty words from faces on a screen Forcing people to support a fake democracy Filling their pockets
mindless sinners Hopeless souls of black Scream forth In pains Soon to be locked in motion Falling away from the self Into the empty rooms of death
I just laid there Watchin' the sun fall down from the sky Not wantin' to open the letter But opened it anyway and seein' those two words Lover, lover
me We choose to burn in the pits of hell Wreakers of death and havoc Inflicting never ending pain Sing the words of emptiness Formulas of death Call
the death of innocence.) BUT WAIT--the end is near so we must choose, BELIEVE--that we have everything to lose. SPEAK OUT--if empty words are all we'
Behind all the empty glitter the city's a painted whore. A mother with a concrete womb for the zombie horde. Juices from the flesh of the living are bled
B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer No other gun runners keep a round like this From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death Whether
Darkness, I believe thee not Thy empty words shall avail thee naught A fire in this heart of mine To gaze again upon these walls of thine Desire to soar
the asphalt burial daylight meltdown long gone death grabs at stillborn child another low test pesticide not until they are dead believe in words ataching