Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cemetary Fulla G's, artist - X-Raided.
Date of issue: 21.09.2009
Song language: English
Cemetary Fulla G's |
The Cemetary’s full of G’s, died for the cause |
Dead on Arrival, at the hospital, he died in his draws |
And a rider falls every day, no more retaliatin' |
But best believe we go to war… |
I had a dream that the Lord Almighty snatched my soul |
Saw a tombstone with my named etched in gold |
Heard my Mama cryin' «Baby don’t you leave me this way» |
Heard my homies say «Come back and represent EBK!» |
So many homies, in a journey, I decided on mine |
Nine millimeter slug through his shirt blew out his spine |
Coulda beat my thug to the draw, quicker than Jesse |
Hollow tips, had the crime scene bloody and messy |
Now bless these souls of the infants that died at birth |
Never witnessed the sickness that plagues the Earth |
For what it’s worth, rest in peace to the ones that failed |
At least there ain’t no stress, unless that ass is in Hell |
Unleash grief, on the enemies I put in the grave |
To be continued, when I see you, on judgment day |
It’ll be a venue, when hot shit is all I desire |
Even if I get sentenced to burn in eternal fire |
So consumed by this rage, I’m predictin' revenge |
Got me ridin' for my homies through committin' sins |
When will you feel me? |
Not until we all dead and shit |
My headstone read «Nefarious» that’s all and that’s it |
The car hit the corner, felt the slug enter my chest |
Burnin' like some brimstone initiatin' the process of death |
I felt my soul slippin' into that dark abyss |
My body lettin' go, bowel movement and then I piss |
My soul lifts, closed eyes, lookin' down at the scenery |
Thinkin' «Oh no that can’t be me with intestines layin' in the street» |
Send the sheet, cover me up, stuff me into the body bag and close it |
Feel my body bloatin', I feel my body floatin' |
I know my enemies gloatin', smokin' blunts and celebratin' |
«X-Raided Loc is dead!» |
Just maybe either Heaven or Hell is waitin', now my vision’s fadin' |
Purgatory is my home |
My soldiers heard the story, so now it’s on nigga |
Now don’t you cry for me, FUCK pourin' out your rum |
Round up the thugs and watch slugs pourin' out your gun |
And it’s begun, enemies best to run from dusk til' dawn |
Got a vendetta, seekin' revenge like that nigga from spawn |
You a pawn and I’m the King, but you the one that’s in check |
Black roses on your grave, ultimate disrespect |
Collected obituary pages for the lives thats ending |
Step into the mortuaries daily, so many funerals attended |
I never intended to be a thug but destiny drug me in |
Grim Reaper already got a grave to plug me in |
No way around it, one of these days I’m gonna have to meet the creator |
Nobody on Earth is perfect, I hope God ain’t a PLAYA HATER |