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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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