Dead On Arrival Pt. 1

Im have visions like Frank Lack the milleniums dead

Wakin up in this cell thinkin why am I here

Can you tell me how many times can one man die

Mr. Kavorkian, please give me one more try

I'd rather rest in peace than live my life in this living hell

Real niggas living bad while them fake niggas livin well

Bustas is picking on me, what can I do about it

Im gonna ride and you rhyme and when I spit it I shout it

No doubt about it its misery but these niggas aint knowin

Got me in this penitentiary tryin to keep me from flowin

So I'm going 51-50 local bitchmade busters

By all means necessary nigga

? motherfucker

I heard that if I die it's a casualty to war

I know you niggas is dissapointed but I'm back once more

The disciple will judge what the fairness is

Playa haters wanna bury the snitch

Had me dead on arrival

No chance for survival

I know everybody gotta die

But when it's my turn to go I wanna go out with a BANG

Fuck pain and suffering, shoot me in the brain

Now there aint no way up out the game when you in to deep

Bullet holes through the brain put me in to sleep

Put you out your misery like you the Lazy Duff

If I get to heaven first I'm gonna wait for ya

When you with 25 like the only way to escape

Is to run for the gates and let em hit you with eight

Right in the middle of the door I blow my brains to pieces

And send me straight to gangstas paradise with the trigga releases

I rest in peace and at last lord thats all I ask

Throw me in a casket and throw some dirt on my ass

Lets get it on but no more pain and no more expectations

I know my dead homies up there waitin

Dead on arrival no chance for survival

I know everybody gotta die

But can you tell me why I'm having visions of slugs

My head penetrated

Them niggas murdered X-Raided

Guess who retaliated

You risk the game to the broad

It was your decision

My designated assassin got infared vision

He did it quiet no mention the murder on the news

Game over you knew the rules

Callin all soldiers

Load up the clips and your holdsters

50,000 dollars reward on wanted posters

Ride til you die puttin it down like you supposed to

Its the beginning of the ending

Game over can you feel it

Tension is in the air

Scaring niggas to death producing heart attacks

A black spread with green dots your pulse is fading

Flatline cuz your ass is hating

[Chorus: x4 til fade]