You think of death when u see your killer in his eyez, I think of reincarnation, I aint never died
and Mama spazzin at the funeral she aint gotta Cry, its Night of the Dead
and Everybody Rise/ KingPin shyt get doped on your Supply's.
i'm history in the making put me in the archives, they tryna take me off the Map like the Northside
Blood on my body, tears feeling baptized, 2pac shyt like he from the Westside
Hit em up and get killed by your own GUYS
