ve just been left for dead we've been left for dead we've been left for dead this time, it's said all my live i've been left for dead this time,
Swartz is for Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for Read the papers, '94 I took the cops to war Half of y'all niggas livin' a lie Only reason
You know it's thriller, thriller night You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left
that's critical I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic vandalist Thug therapist my clan's too original My slang bang to wax, words that's visual Too digital for
the lips of a stripper, sprayin' that face Layin up in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, One hundred
full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon? GZA: Fucking hell's bastards. RZA: Let me ask you a question Mr. Grey Ghost -- Do you know a a Don
and pointed To a bottle on the shelf And as O'Malley poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a
heels over head, I'm hangin' upside down Thinkin' how you left me for dead, California bound I got a first class ticket to a night all alone And a front
and pointed To a bottle on the shelf And as o'malley poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a
eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud
twenty thousand as we agreed upon? Gza: fucking hell's bastards. Rza: let me ask you a question mr. grey ghost -- Do you know a a don rodriguez? Ggh
a thousand graves many more Though their ghost still haunt For the day we've come till this far Don't look back for what's dead now is safe The exiled, a
Yo, I got slugs for snitches No love for bitches Puttin thugs in ditches When my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police jet Known to get a
so i would be a little bit dumb if i didn't come with state of the art for the hunt there's a curse that whoever signs the legend with full name will
's terrible taste HER BOUGHT HER WITH A stolen soul PEDDLER PIGEON BACK FEATHER pen Never SAID a grin IMPLIED health Consider me a mobile advertisement for
one night while tripping down the English coast The moon was whiter than a ghost almost When I heard a voice yell through a megaphone And thereupon the midnight sea A
and angry It was a time when men died out on the prairie From not having a decent friend At night the ghost to the mode of riders Was a howlin' canyon
