Betta Off Dead Lyrics

They tried to poison the fetus
We gonna check it out like this
All hell
the high exalted
my mother f****** name is Fredro Starr
you know what I'm saying?
I'm up here with my man Sonee the money the mother f****** greasiest
and my mother f****** n**** Sticky the f****** fingaz
you know what I'm saying?
Yo Sonee
Step to your mother f****** business n****...word up

Verse 1:
I'm not the type to be flabbergasted
but all my doubters mastered
it ain't a matter b******
rule my hazard
n***** get blasted
soon as I bring what I got in store for the new order
who want it?
we got what your looking for
f*** you gonna do now, money
cause this the Sonee
seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister
I get downright deprived on them n*****
We rob Z's
Gimme all these, ya'll n*****
what's the matter? I rush
b** rush you better rise
and a**ult and catapult
like a bullet I shot s***
the figure hurter
word to murder
rippin the master
will make you back up from them further

Hold up the press
here's comes the mess
worship the best
or die like the rest
you have the right to remain violent
anything you say can and will be use against you to kill!
I'm a tyrant
strinking like a viking
a knight in shining armor
jumping for the sauna
the rough rhymer
suicidal like Nirvana
the end of your world is just beginning
there's no winning in my inning
the dead things cannot effect the living
so I trip into the wind
of the ghetto bad weather
I'm lost in the desert, but the storm blows me on
never talk to a stranger
everybodys in grave danger
me and my people just shot ya anger!
Considered less than a god, but more than a man
I can knock down a mule like conan the barbarian
with my mental powers and my sixth sense
that can raise a dead crowd into a live audience
(so get the f*** out the way)
ooh, and get your a** cut
cause if you go to jail they probably make a p**** out ya b***
(no doubt)
here's the clip witches know its a black stone
its a matter that shatter your track bone
score to get to life
I'm concise
n***** get done up precise
cut up fine
and f***** up real nice
we made up mean Jamaica
and die like the Lakers
faking jack was mackin backwards
with the front in black got tactics
straight from the desert-(queens)
where n***** is desperate
so I'm takin mines from the entrance to the exit
(get a life)
f*** dat ya betta off dead!
(get a life)
f*** dat ya betta off dead!
Verse 3:

Cover me, I'm going in
move em in take em out
the time when n***** seem to always fight and lose a battle
its too late to pray I'm selling one way tickets to hell
no one tell is what you punk n***** yell
like-wah wah!
that's the sound of your b**** a** hurtin
black start attackin back-I'm still hurtin
Sticky come on come on well...

So all let up on the fact
that I'm a n**** that can just beat your mother f****** a**
to hurt your feelings
cause your s*** is trash
too many people like me
cause they're not worthy
destruct my coalition
its a demolition derby
through all that spit you talk
and make the mic smell like saliva
yick! you need to retire
I'm ahead of my time
in my prime
one of a kind
and out of my mind!
and ain't nothin in this world free so me I'ma kick a pay style
I don't got no smile I was abused as a child
my moms gave birth to a crazy a** wilder
bust out her p**** with a mother f***** gun
started talking slang
even joined a gang
the suicide scums
I sold jums to the b**s
I was the hand to hand man pullin in clubs
then I started dealin
robbin and stealin
if not for killing then I'm known as a villain
if you want problems I'm ready and willing
and I'll get up in your mouth like a f****** filling

Please somebody kill me before I put two in my own head...
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All We Got Iz Us (1995)