Til My Casket Drops

Mo murder, mo murder
A body fulla tack 2s, battlescars from bullet wounds
New clothes, diamond medallions from paid dues
******s that ride til they rue with the attitude of
****** the world from tryin to kill us everytime we move
Youre perpetratin to be a killer but I know youre fakers
Them jealous cowards killed my ****** 2PAC in Vegas
Vague kind of bullets fired, were ready to die with open eyes
I be the last man standin when the smoke dies
This worlds infested with haters, wannabe players
Player hatin a real player cos hes livin major
No disrespect to you redneck blood-suckin pigs
If a ****** die, just give my cash to my wife and kids
But what you thought makes the world go round
I got an ese in the East Bay ballin a hundred pounds
Push a 600 rag drop E-12
Dump a 100-round clip in ya, ask about my mail
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I try to keep my focus, on survivin and money
Cant let them ******s smoke us, before we unload them talons
Traumatise and hope this is how we leave em when they hit us
With the guts to die, pullin the trigger til my casket drops
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Them player haters wanna blast me up like they did Pac
But I dont give a ****** Im a ride til my casket drop
It dont stop until you sucker ******s drippin jelly
Pumpin slugs into you mother****** pigs belly
Im full of indica ****** ****** laced with ******
Call it Kryptonite-on the dead, Ima risk tonight
Blast the first mother****** that steps
Up to my ride, not knowin where my weapon is kept
I shoot in-side their chests, Ima thug life, Im crazy
Got my strength rays to make him kiss his babies
* ***** sucker ass ******s that didnt ??? ???
Hard lies on him and didnt retaliate
Hard then later on '********** **t, hey whats happenin?'
We woulda chased them suckers down and capped em
Give a shout to Outlaw Immortalz right
Look me up cos Im a ride until my casket drops
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Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare
Kill all my black folks and the ************woods wouldnt care
Keep my head up, duckin and dodgin from the state pen
Cos fo sho, aint no future in goin back again
They got to kill me, fill me up with lead
Let me, die slowly from my boots to my head
As a , big chief I refuse to retreat, I
Rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why
The PD reach but catch concrete
Never sol-ved, gone off indica and Hennessey
Infrared at my dog , paws locked like pig jaws
With my gun up, punk, I run up on alla yall
Then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money
Now I stole Rolex diamond, ***** *******nin outta sunny
West Coast the spot, servin caine to get the millions
Distributin the game, makes you want to get the billions
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