On the day I die Don't pray for me Soulstealer In the place I lye Set me free Soulstealer Take your crosses from my grave All the tokens of your faith
in a chair Up in a bedroom What she doing there She is thinkin of a man And the man just could be you Write him in a script on a Business trip out of
get enough I won't break this fever I need her I'm bit by the bug I've come down with love I've come down with love You got me tripping on my feet
the streets with it But me and shorty we be hustling the sheets with it She sellina??, Ia??m buyina?? And only when the drugs are done I feel like dying
Don't cut out my paper heart I ain't dying anyway Take a look at eye full towers Never trust them dirty liars Sippin' lemon yellow booze Ol' leadbelly
walk, yeah right, ya pussy Look out, we everyday grinding Everybody in the North gotta love us down South 'cause we blindin' And we don't trip the big
man Fun to bust This bitch again watch out I see your mama in the waiting room standing crying I see your ass in the doctor's arms slowly dying Now
' hard to ache There's a smile on my face But, that's to keep a man from crying Cause deep down inside, I know I'm dying I'm born for it, gon' take some
you tonight!? And how does your sign say!? Have we got a little treat in store for you tonight! We're gonna take you on a wonderful little trip around
t be holding hands Don't you worry about it yet, in due time we'll explain Why having you, created just an everlasting shame Bringing joy witcha smiles, tripping
from another miss I don't know you from another See me run now you're gone, dream on Why you want to take me to this party and breathe I'm dying to
damn cock and givin up too much ass Nah nah nah you ain't gettin' me like that Soopafly ain't even called the bitch back Ever since she tripped
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe There's people always dying, trying to keep 'em alive His body's decomposing in containers
and dinner Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i'm a winner On my block it's lil kids pulling pistol's In Iraq it's innocent kids dying from missoles
't go looking for no trouble But somehow the trouble always finds me Don't make me have you in the trauma center With you momma crying 'cause her only son is dying
that I owe, like as if I didn't know man, it don't mean nothing to me Cause right now I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could you please
I owed Like as if I didn't know man it don't mean nothing to me Cos right now I got my little boy crying and my grandmother dying Could you please stop
like Freddie to battle me But the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield All wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi You try to trip me, but
