graduated to one And got the rep of a villain for weapon concealin' Took the image of a thug kept shit appealin' Willin' to stick out my neck for respect if it meant life or death
just like that I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack My first day in junior high, this kid said "It's you and I, three o'clock
I'm watching the clock tick the hours away They say that I must hang at the dawn of the day But why should I fear death for it's life anew For dying only
a ball and a hell of a time down here at Gutfest this year Uh, you can hear behind me now, that's uh, I think they're called Blue Death Just one of ten
Truth had me up against the ropes and semi-concious without no boxing skills Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow like minoxodil Watchin the clock
before you can By the time you get it, you like what the fuck to do man? You better be a certified chef Or your whole sellers fittin to go left to the death
plains hoping to maintain The same yield, but the field's littered with corpses Death is my departure, till then I'm explosive An overdose of death,
I'm certified dope 'Cause of the words that I spoke I'm certified dope I'm certified dope I'm certified dope We do not need sleep we guarantee to break alarm clock clock clock
heart This a mind true as dark To my dream team Til my death do us part Break bread with convict, real fucking killers Get clocked by cop with binoculars
stick 'em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of death Liar
? Won't stop til I copped them all Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, tray shots and all Cuz I ain't on the clock for talk The Spot Rusher, blow down
em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of death Liar liar pants
Ghost lampin' in the throne with King Tut hat Straight off Yeah, yeah I just wan't y'all niggaz Smack all y'all niggaz, niggarettes Universal death
my eyes on dot She this book cover lady that be blowin' up the spot While my heart was racin', like the hands on the clock I step live I think she see
losin' this battle with time, But right before you meet your death, one more memory left, The only one that's obsolete was your first breath, One moon to the next, Clocks
[Verse 1: Ludacris] Death by lyrical injection I kill you rappers A lot of green with a yellow complexion Women call me the Green Bay packer I pack the
religion, kiss the ring on the Don Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 [Wale] Malcom X get your hand out my pocket Some n-ggas walking with death
on the Don Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 [Wale] Malcom X get your hand out my pocket Some n-ggas walking with death guess