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Dead Stop Who S To Blame

picture You know father time and we all know mother nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration

in your head For wantin me dead, but I come to watch you suffer instead Like burnin your bed, cuz I dont want your blood on my hands That's not in my

a dead man walkin' wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond if my blood stop pourin', I regulate like

Verse 1: Mike G It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who's to blame Dealin' drugs on the

! Chorus Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me! Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me! Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me! Dead

We in the streets playa, getcha mail It's only two places you'll end up Either dead or in jail Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go Now throw ya

J.R., Texas kids with the hee-haw And the DJ kids cut {*scratch*} It's strictly hip-hop, one two you don't stop It's Chubb Rock with the Chubb, and with

Who pulled the trigga on the kid and layed him in his grave And after the prayers and the street parade Shit got forgot, and now he's dead And all the

Preoccupied with homicide, tryin' to survive through this crime rate Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky bastards Gunfire now they require may be closed casket Who can you blame? It's