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A motherfucker recognize a thug mashin' hard

Straight out the plot of my cemetery yard

Buried so long, nobody gave a shit

Blood and tears, embedded in my casket

Been surrounded, old folks everywhere

Smell of dry piss covered the air

When I heard the voices say arise from the grave

I quickly dug myself out and went to find the 12-gauge

Shotgun, double barrelled sawed off pump

Safety runs thru the target if you test me

Psycho thug, mashin' outta control

Spent too many fuckin' years deep in a hole

But still I’m a killa, feindin' for the streets

Slangin' rocks on a 9 to 5 beat

All that change, now got maggots on my face

I’m back from the dead to give yo ass a taste

The grave ain’t no place for a psycho thug killa!

Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!

The grave ain’t no place, I should be out mashin!

Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket!

The grave ain’t no place for a psycho thug killa!

Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!

The grave ain’t no place, I should be out mashin!

Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket!

The grave ain’t no place to be, too much like the penetentary

Locked away in concrete, I’m buried 6 feet

Guess so, so when you roam, you can find your way home

Cuffs tight around the wrist cause I was bustin' my chrome

Dark visions in the smog when I walk with the dead

Bad dreams in the night keep you shakin' in bed

Is it all in your head cause you’re locked in a cage?

And clear your mind and get shanked and live the cemetery way

I’m sittin' in the cemetery

I got a plan to kill a pig so I placed a phony call

About a bitch I buried, fuck a cell, I won’t ever go back

I got you creasin' in my pocket like a folded up rap

I look in the back, a squad car pullin' up slow

I grabbed the pistol in the hand with the glove, and let it blow

Dashin' off like a theif in the night, to me it was right

I had to end his muthafuckin' life

They can’t keep a dead body locked down

In the ground, of the pen

Came thru the dirt, break free again

Leave my home of the grave, shared with the roaches

Back on the street, keep an eye on the vultures

Flip, my escape out the front gates

When the pigs check yo' friends, ain’t no trace

Of a gangsta, I’m already out robbin' suckers

Pistol whippin' bitches, puttin' holes in motherfuckers

Act like you know, Psychopathic on the Glock

And I gives no fuck when I’m mashin' up ya block

Empty out the chamber, so long to your family

Everybody history, nothing left but memories

Friends start to cry and you’re one with the earth

Ain’t nobody cry for me, not even the church

My rebirth was greeted my a police chase

But I’m a thug motherfucker, I ain’t catchin' a case

911 Emergency, can I help you?

Would you please send someone to 12 Cherry Nut Lane?

What seems to be the problem, sir?

There’s a fuckin' guy beatin' on my door; I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.

. I gotta gun…

Please don’t do anything rash

I-I know. I don’t wanna have to shoot anybody, but he’s bangin'…

Where exactly is he at?

Can-can you hear that? He’s banging on the door! Would you go away!

Sir, please calm down

It’s hard to calm down; I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!

Listen to me, sir. Listen to me…

I don’t know if this is a fuckin' Halloween prank or not, but I am scared… ok?!

Sir…

And I don’t want to have… to hurt someone!!! Would you please…

Send someone over here right now!!!

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