Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye The glass is long gone broken I walk this road alone No thanks to you Lay your guns down let me die (why won't you just let me die)

Put your money on me If you think I'm losing you, you must be crazy I'm never gonna let you go, even when it's easy But I'm never gonna let it go All your money on me Go tuck me into bed, and wake me when I'm dead I know that you gotta be free Singing

Roll to every station, murder the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party,

Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye

I've come way too far for this I've worked way too hard for this But we live in dark places, dark places Dark places I've put in too much work I've dealt with too much hurt I've dealt too much hurt People say I'm pissed off 'Cause I like to shit talk

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

Put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that Call

It's no roof so they can see me shine No roof so they can see me shine Only a matter of time It's dedicated, put it all to the grind It's no roof so they can see me shine, woah Wasn't for this music, I'll proly be dead Instead I'm on top and I'm countin'

Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding

I'll knock you out Eye of the sun Strange ways coming today I put a dollar in my pocket And I threw it away Been a long time Since a federal dime Made a jukebox sound