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shit, sometimes man, a nigga be contemplating, yo, living in fuckin` hell, nigga die, might be better. [Verse 1] walk through the shadow of death, my dick out pissing rebel, laughing at the devil, homicidal threats only if he knew, I wanna lie a coal, who the fuck wanna die old on this miserable earth, forever, put me in dirt it`s better then living searchin treasure that only brings atrocity, and treachery, baby mothers stressing me ain`t no hope left in me live everyday like it`s my last waitin` to meet my niggaz that passed at last I could meet Christ, ask him why the fuck you died on the cross here these stupid motherfuckers, they still lost I`ll ask Malcolm, see what it was like to fight for civil rights and nights he thought he would die, what did he do did he grab his gun and a bust shot? get on my knees praise Big and go fuck with Pac find out did he really take 5 shots ask him, who shot ya, was it the Feds? couldn`t of been Big Poppa, Brooklyn niggaz ain`t braille like that, ask Martin, why the fuck you ain`t fight back CHORUS(3X) if you had a choice,life or death what would you choose if you had a choice [Verse 2] life ain`t real its a dream we see tomorrow reality, shit that`s pain and sorrow reality, disaster beat breaks, a little girl up in the projects gettin raped reality`s a nigga gettin rock shot 41 times and you askin why I run from one time I don`t even get justice, nigga sometimes, no times, oh I`m bout to lose my mind reality`s fucked up, like a hard workin mother, losing her job the battle of good and evil like the devil, ain`t losing for god, we on lucifer`s squad not knowing what the fuck it all mean I can`t even, get a can of sardines niggaz driving bentley`s, burning money, I`m yearnin money taking your shit, I`m earning money yet you call me a thief I call me a broke nigga trying to eat on this earth suffering, why its like that guess we the punished, blame Adam and Eve CHORUS (3X) if you had a choice [Verse 3] hold your latex, from nuns I take sex, play chess, with the devil from the sky like rain shells drop immune to this cold world`s sorrow beyond shell shock, can`t you tell pop, I need some help ox see them meadow officers watchin` myself rot ice pick and cell blocks hope the 12 stop on the highway to hell, switchin lanes niggaz that know, what I mean to suffer and struggle in the gutter slice birthday cakes with box cutters I did not stutter, you heard me this is utter, reality observe me, on a journey puttin niggaz on gurneys till I meet my maker and I need my ama ? fuck Guiliani and Howard Seiffler CHORUS (3X) if you had a choice | Похожие исполнители:
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