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Hell Of A Damn Grave chords and lyrics - GROUP OF MAN
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[Verse 1] [Em][Am][Em] [B]I ain't gon[Em]na eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breathe till I see what I wanna see And what I wanna see is you go to sleep And it's hurt, permanently, you just bein' hurt [C]This ain't gonna work for [Em]me It just wouldn't be sufficient enough Cause we are just gonna be enemies As long as we breathe, I don't ever see Either of us coming to terms, but we can agree [C]There ain't gon[Em]na be no reason in speaking with me You speak on my seed and me ain't no speaking less So we [B]gonna beef and [Em]keep on beefing and less You're gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me that you've never seen And you're gonna see this gangster pee on himself I see you D12 and thanks, but me need no help Me do this one on by my homie I don't need fifteen of my homies When I see you, I'm seeing you Me and you only, we never met, but best believe you gon' know me When I'm this close, I see you exposed as phony Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me you was gonna do That's what I thought you'd appear for I'm rid of you, all you, child, you'll get a Go to sleep, bitch, die, motherfucker, die Time's up, bitch, close your eyes Go to sleep, bitch, wow, you still alive How many times I gotta say, close your eyes Well, go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive? Why? Die, motherfucker, [C]die! You [Em]got your niggas nervous on purpose to hurt your focus You's not emcees, you's worthless, you's not them G's You's a circus, you's no appeal, please use curtains You use words, who heard slurred in 2003? You's perping, you's no threat, who's you serving? When lyrically on a bird, you beneath the dirt When you fuck with a label, overseeing the earth Shady motherfucker, old Trice's birth And as I mold, I become more a curse So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf Cock and squeeze, and he who reached the hearse Is he who depicts fiction in his verse And as I breathe, and you be deceased The world believe you deceived, just to speak Use not the streets, use the desk Use not your chest, nigga, use the vest Before two's choose your rest, you chose death Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth Now go to sleep, bitch, die, motherfucker, die Time's up, bitch, close your eyes Go to sleep, bitch, why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say close your eyes? Go to sleep, bitch, die, motherfucker, die Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye Go to sleep, bitch, why are you still alive? Why die, motherfucker, why? Go to sleep, Talk like a bitch, talk like the streets I'm a slave blazer, New York with the heat Stalk on the beat, walk with my feet Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet Peep how I'm movin', peep where I'm goin' Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin' But I'ma keep growin', gettin' larger than life Easy goin', but the same one that started the fight He be knowin' how dark it, when dark gone white Time to show him the dark shit, the dark for life Grand champion, my bloodline is tight It's just so good, it's so right Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back Now they got to swallow everything in the sack Bloodline, and we can go track to track Damn dawg, why you had to do them niggas like that? Now go to sleep, bitch Die, motherfucker, die Uh, time's up, bitch Close your eyes Go to sleep, bitch Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say? Close your eyes Now go to sleep, bitch Die, motherfucker, die Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye Go to sleep, bitch. Why are you still alive? Why? Die, motherfucker, ha -ha -ha -ha. Go to sleep, bitch. All of you motherfuckers, take that. Here, take this, too, bitch. We're killing all you motherfuckers dead. All of you. Fake -ass gangstas. No more press. No more press. Rot, motherfuckers, rot Decay in the dirt, bitch In the motherfuckin' dirt Die nameless, bitch Die nameless No more fame Yo, Rex, come on, man Obi, let's go
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