floor. Celebration! Lethal desecration. Slaughter! Termination! Brutal Assassination. Death on floor 44 Blood covered walls -- A brutal execution Death on Floor 44
Take me, take me, take me With the lights low, and you naked on the warm floor Me beside you, softly kissing, caressing Make
lyrics that clear the floor Niggas thought they seen the last of this Project poet assassinist Whose status is never havin' to clappin' clips Have to black-on
Pac with his grammar But he will not cock or pop the top of his hammer Money's the reason why rich people get red-dots on they flannels While bank-tellers gotta get down on the floor
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an IV in your veins Feeding you liquid darvicet Pumping you full of drugs Pull the plugs On
-wild Piggity-pow, nigga be out You don't really want war, I'm chillin' at your door This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor I can't
our Lord Roman 6-23 nigga, read it and weep, biatch Hit a man bustin' up in my door, so I grab my 44 Now them bustas on the floor, covered up by pillows
a nigga today, he lives forever So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no Martyrs Black Tec on the table, Mag .44 Black negligee on my bitch, she's at
body in the driveway Murdered them on a friday Scooped up the yea, the pay and headed back for the highway Put the coke on the floor, hand over the dough
his grammar But he will not cock go pop, at the top of his hammer Money's the reason why rich people get red-dots on they flannels While bank-tellers gotta get down on the floor
bull shit They turned around cus theyre throat really was a slit Packin along with her own hands pullin on a 44 She left his ass dead on the floor And
? [ VERSE 1: Billy Danzenie ] (Yeah, we like it raw in the streets) For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep With your ifth on your hip, ready
(feat. Blaze) Yo, you think you're a warrior? You know I die for honor. Uh I'm a warrior man Leaving bodies on the floor where they stand Cause Shambhala
Piggity-pow, nigga be out You don't really want war, I'm chillin at your door This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor I can't be a punk
hardcore? [VERSE 1: Billy Danzenie] (Yeah, we like it raw in the streets) For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep With your ifth on your hip,
all whats yours So you lay on the floor we expanding What you gonna to do about it nigga? Not a damn thing Hook: We on your block We got rocks You got
