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Текст песни Death Is Not An Option

I'm from that 456 line, that cocaine bread time
Razor blades rest on my tongue, cutting curfew shit
I'm from the slums, let me serve you
Real cause my verkal, ill bring the hearse through
Killers papis murk you, kill cold shoulder
How I build motor roller, ringing still with that old flow
Dope jo, chop that work, coco, snow cold, icy
My quarter's real pricey, hide the crack up in my socks
Now it's stinking up my nikes
I got bars, hit this converse, chucking up this dirt
Motherfucker loading s case
Nah right, got that bitch like now right across the draw
Should have paid attention to your blindside
Tenbo, mob life, second coming broadlife
Spanish harlem, on the way the watch heights
Love by, 10 but, mob life, second coming god like
Spanish harlem, on the way the watch heights, love by

Slap it to fly the whole mouth, tell em I told you, tell me I hold you
See me coming out the bodega with a dutchie and a jumble way a jukebox
Looking tight bummy in my 2 socks
Y'all soft, all off, I go raw dog on a bitch
Y'all go soft on a bitch, ride till I'm rich, fly as a bitch

Death is not an option, I come back and haunt them
Fuck it if they want it, can't see em cause he on one

Bust that ill shit, head explode, leave that bitch bloody in the road
Me that shit, dummy check the flow
You don't wanna test the water
Death shark, death shark, blood in the water
Fuck you mad bitch look he a goner
He try, he die, he lie
He not like me
Me, me, me, it's all about me
Me, me, me, that's a vocal warm up

I'm on that F-train, I'm on the BQE
The best brain she freak with me, frequently
Everybody love me, I'm Raymond
I'm Tony Bourdain, I don't need a reservation
Ok then, I'm wasted, geeked and I'm spacing
Weed that I'm blazing and E that is laced with
Codeine and some K and we freaking and shakin
My seeds that she's tasting, cream that we wasting
Jesus I'm baking, reaching and space shit
Green that I'm making, Greece for vacation
Seems they vacating, keep them 'placating
Eat and then say shit, the beat that I'm slaying
It's probably, probably, purposely weighing
Seems like its' pavement, concrete solid
Pictures of bacon, hole in my heart
That is keeping swaying.


Thanks to copteezy for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Wookie Chimes for correcting these lyrics