Cemetary Fulla G's

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 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.... [First Verse] 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 [Chorus] [Second Verse] 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 [Chorus] (.5x) [Third Verse] 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 [Chorus] (.5x)