Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Monoxide, Anybody Killa - Grave Ain’t No Place lyrics
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Monoxide, Anybody Killa - Grave Ain’t No Place lyrics]
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
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!
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
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 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!
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 scaredok?! Sir
And I don't want to have
To hurt someone! Would
You please send someone over here right now!
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
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!
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
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 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!
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 scaredok?! Sir
And I don't want to have
To hurt someone! Would
You please send someone over here right now!