| Life
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| Dearly beloved
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| You got 2 choices a what you can do Dearly beloved
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| Life After death which one do you choose?
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| From my pointa view ain’t got shit to lose
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| And life ain’t shit but a state a mind
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| I hear voices in my head that keep tellin me I’m dead
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| I sing the blues until my tongue gets black
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| I breathe my last breath on a funky track
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| Some say we all are evil, we all are the same
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| I roll with a gang and Natas is the name
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| I say my slang ain’t no shame to my game
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| Life after death, I feel no pain
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| I pimp strut around and limbo
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| I got hellish rhymes on my mind so I might let 'em flow
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| I shot those suckas and I’ll shoot the rest
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| I’m down with Natas and the life after death
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| To the beat, to the beat, to the funk and a freak
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| That I kick suck my dick suck my fuckin dick
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| Life after death, it really makes you wonder
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| Niggaz feel the blast from the shotgun thunder
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| Catch me if you can, understand if you can
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| Life after death, the tales of a mad man
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| It’s a mystery, what’s next? |
| What’s next?
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| Take a guess, is there life after death?
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| If you know what time it is, it’s time to get ill
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| He put the gun to my head and this is what he said
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| I think you know what timeit is, it’s time to get ill
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| And I shot those suckas and I’ll shoot the rest
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| The preacher told me I shouldn’t say
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| We’re all gonna die on judgement day
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| The preacher told a lie that’s why I don’t pray
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| God bless the child to the rhythm that I play
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| Dead on arrival, no time for no survival
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| I’m lookin at the signs and they all are reading vital
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| I think I’m suicidal, because of my recital
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| Some say I’m psycho, they label it my title
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| Natas is down to do the do with whoever
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| My voodoo is clever, can you fuck with it? |
| Never
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| Anybody in the path of the road that I travel
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| It’s journey for a battle
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| Life after death, when you die then you’re dead
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| Headed for the afterlife, hole in your head
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| The symptoms of insanity has got me on the ledge
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| Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
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| Two to the head, they label me a dead
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| I’m better off dead, I’m already dead
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| You’ve never heard a dead man rock it deadly
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| I keep askin myself is the world ready
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| I get rough like a nap in a niggaz head
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| I chop off ya head, and then I fill ya fulla lead
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| This shit gets yo ass like a shot gun to the chest
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| So close your eyes and breathe your last breath
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| No other alternative, so tell me what’s left
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| So you can find out first hand, is there life after death?
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| Get ready cause this ain’t funny
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| Get ready cause this ain’t funny
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| Get ready cause this ain’t funny
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| Get ready cause this ain’t funny
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| Natas and the crew, the year is 92
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| I thought you know you know, I thought you said you knew!
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| Life is like that, it’s like this round the clock
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| Acid rap, spiced with a little bit a rock
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| And roll, rockin your soul from life to death
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| Back from hell to yell and tell my tale
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| So you can tell a preacher, that a niggaz out to teach ya Not a creature feature, but I’m still I can reach ya It’s me, TNT, black devil head master
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| M-I-N-D, and we ain’t friendly
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| I let you all see, what I can see
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| Life after death, and death’s after me!
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| I was born to die, but I’m born again
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| I sport the wicked grin, cause I was born in sin
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| I’m not a bapist or a buddha or a monk
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| Just a funky nigga with the showel and funk
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| So if I spill my guts upside a bloody cross
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| My hands all bloody inside the bloody sauce
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| So tell me what’s next, God knows my name
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| I feel no pain, so is there life after death?
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| Natas, life after death |