s back from the dead straight back from hell Back from the dead Straight back from hell Back from the dead Straight back from hell Back from the dead
and tell the tale He's back from the dead Straight back from hell He's back from the dead Straight back from hell (Thanks to Gigi182 for these lyrics
I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from
he's buzzin', woke up from that buzz Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it Wasn't cause he had buzzards circle around his head Waiting for him to drop dead
Now that I'm gone None of my enemies can hate on me now And all my friends can do is pray for me now Only God can judge me Now that I'm dead and gone
that you hated and pap pap can't fade it We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me
's niggas lyin' dead in the street We stuck in our ways, it's different now than back in the days Fuck what they say, 'cause ain't no comin' back from
door This is it, and nothing more, deep into the darkness peering Long I stood there, wondering fearing, doubting dreaming fantasies No mortal dared to dream
got to get my groove back, you know Been a minute yeah ( i don't know what i'm doin') yeah uh Label me greedy but see me finish what petey started From
Niggaz die over nonsense, when the koran spit) We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit The whitehouse be the projects We study all that evil dialect Dead sea
Peering through the windshield for his cue Something entirely fictitious and true That creeps across your path hallowing your evil ways Like they were yourself, passing yourself not smiling The dead
There ain't no stopping me, constantly moving while making millions Witnessing killings, leaving dead bodies in abandoned buildings Carries to children 'cause they're illing Addicted to killing and the appeal from
I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches dead niggas ghost Feds with toast knockin my door down Sweat poor down my body roast from the
s next Is it real to you but if you got evil your kind to come and steal a few Condemn souls 'cause of what the old pain killer do Keep having these dreams
i bring this side of my dream the ninna is a horror machine dolla fo dolla i balla fo all a my green nigga my name is Anego Montoya i got a evil plan
secret compartment is where I hid that Try to avoid wherever I see the pigs at Forty-fo' and black Calico when I push your shit back When I'm out of town
God, bless me indeed when I'm so confused Enlarge my territory Place Your love and protection over me at all times Help me Keep me away from evil, somebody
saw kids whose bellies were all on fire When all is dead and war is over When hollow victory has been won Who will join in the celebration Of the evil
