| I’m just a dead boy, got no blood in my veins
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| I’m just a dead boy, just so stuck in my ways
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| I’m just a dead boy, I got no blood in my veins
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| I’m just a dead boy, just so stuck in my ways
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| You say you banging like Marvin, Gaye’s father, be honest
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| You actin' hard, sellin' dope, like I ain’t got enough on me
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| Say you strapped like the army, claim you spraying the Tommy
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| I’m just a corpse on the porch, there’s no way you can harm me
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| See I already passed, now I’m in a better place
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| With a fountain and some pillars and my girl to feed me grapes
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| If you thinking death is bad, let me tell you that it’s great
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| Come and pay me a visit, I’m in the grave by the lake
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| I’m just a dead boy, got no blood in my veins
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| I’m just a dead boy, just so stuck in my ways
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| I’m just a dead boy, I got no blood in my veins
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| I’m just a dead boy, just so stuck in my ways
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| Young Kevin Nash, just a victim of this cash
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| If the money make us choose, just make sure we make it back
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| Just make sure we make it flip, just make sure we make it last
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| Flow, roll, smoke, breathe, speak, creep and make it stack
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| Now she dead on the flo', now I’m ready to go
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| See, I don’t like a bitch if she like Anna Nicole
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| Fubu on my velour, it’s the prince of the sewers
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| See, it’s the lord of the rats, no shirt, no shoes
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| What?
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| I’m just a dead boy, got no blood in my veins
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| I’m just a dead boy, just so stuck in my ways
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| I’m just a dead boy, I got no blood in my veins
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| I’m just a dead boy, just so stuck in my ways |