Everybody Diez

Everybody dies

Everybody dies

Patchwork, sewn together from dues to dirt

From earthgrown and weather conditions of the desert

And everyone's a part of it, some more then others

Sons, daughters, and brothers, laywers,

Accountants, and even grandmothers

New comers and old faces, people of any

Races, and familiar places

Parents and teachers, prostitutes and preachers

Throw ya hands to the sky and pray that he can see us

Living how we got to live, and doing what we got to do

Praying for another day so we can fight and make it through

Some of us are designed for crimes,

Some of us designed for rhymes

Still we congregate in unemployment lines

One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same world

Just we on another page. (one more time)

One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same world

Just we on another page...

Chorus x2

Come on, we on another page

(everybody dies)

Come on, we on another page

(everybody dies)

Once i lit a smoke off a bitch i fried

And i ashed it in her face when she died

Who you bitches you calling regular when you out of my zone?

Like a celluar phone that's stuck on

Roam, now get ya mind blown

That's me and my man at your door, and we

Looking for a reason to start the war

You should of never tried to take a stab at us

And you never should of rapped on us

We see the game from way the others hurried and rush

We broke them down, rolled them up,

Sparked the flame and smoked them all in

The dust, what?

You couldn't touch me bitch, not even if

You wanted when it's supposed to

Bitch i'll have your whole block haunted

Flaunt us like the beans in your chilli,

We all know the really really

Monoxide slap your girlfriend silly

Big willie get your throat cut and left bleeding

While my homeboy's banging your girl, while ya leaving

Chorus x2

Come on, we on another page

(everybody dies)

Come on, we on another page

(everybody dies)

Bushwick bill:

What ya looking at, where ya bitch at?

I'll make her bounce on till the back's up

Thinking you're something that your other playas tap off

Holes in your stomach, till your whole waist snap off

Pour on some 'nac, bite the bottle cap off

Hate it with a passion when a bitch nigga act off

Ride on ya hood everyday and never slack off

Never let it get squash, never let it slide

Die mothafucka, die mothafucka, die

Anybody killa:

Flip through a couple pages, looking into my background

All you see is the dead around

Daddy always said there'd be days like this

Now daddy's dead and gone cause he was granted his only wish

I can't believe all the drama when it comes to death

Ain't nothing you can do but pay respect

Slip into the afterlife, feeling light as a feather

Everybody dies, so quit acting like you livin' forever

Chorus x2

Come on, we on another page

(everybody dies)

Come on, we on another page

(everybody dies)