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Grave Dead Is Better

Your body from your soul I have seen the truth, Dead is better Than to live in a state of dreams Now you're reborn but now by the light Tormented screams is

All I did was build a dynasty, off of his passion And I'm addressin' the adolescents absent to who he is The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace This is

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave

as I strike at a quick pace I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind So my soul is a threat to all mankind Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature

gonna call? Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off, and Leathaface is not a punk-bitch So a nigga just can't fuck me Nigga better

Verse 2: I'm flippin' rippin' scripts over and over, to pass from a place, that made up a Heartless Souljah. It is really bone of a show, but better might

Is this how you made it, or is this sickness out of control Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the

Wow, a bad child that turned good Now, I?ve earned good, but I?ve burned better That cush, please just sush, wuss, I?m the team captain Get your first letter, bitch (Pussy) You thinking, you dead

yo azz out doz nigga, brang yo azz out doz If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch You aint got no gat, you better use yo fist (repeat 5X)