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[Verse 1: Rock] Words from the great Don Rocco Kindness is not weakness Not beating your bitch ass bloody is not easy So when your ass fall to the asphalt Just remember it's your dumb ass fault, that all (Wait right there) Karma Karma Chameleon, change up, come back Run up on 'em and kill 'em, put one in the ceiling A wonderful feelin', the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy Could be the same, I'm gon' get ya pussy Niggas is cookies I'm a monster, Rock-ness or Wookie Call me Chew-Rock-a, chew block up, block up Bitch don't push me No Star Wars, no Celebrity Death Match Well bet that celebrities get clapped Who said that? (Chill, chill... huh?) Rock filthy but not guilty (Feel me?) I ain't goin' nowhere unless ya'll kill me (Really?) Fuck all that top 5 emcee shit, bitch I'm the best emcee that empty clips, let's go! [Chorus] Somebody gonna die, I can hear it Somebody 'bout to see somebody's spirit 1-2-3, resuscitation, clear it (Death... death...) And you are near it Somebody gonna die, I promise, promise, promise (Hey, hey... leave a message!) Any questions, concerns, or comments, comments, comments? (Whoa) [Verse 2: Law] You want fame, go and leroy dance I fold niggas, i and i ain't talkin b-boy stance The Great Houdini, my magic is bad Go to the funeral and Saw the damn casket in half So i cassette tape around you mouth and hands Not memorex I'm talkin' ounce and grams Certified gutta, ask about ya man Walk in your hood and make niggas bounce and scram Use my apex this is unsafe sex, you can stay stress Like waitin results of AIDS test Amazed yet? This is done without days rest Ace your H. lace like my pen through pages Hell summer time, Snatch the cover of your stumbled mind Give my pounds like the button on the nine Stop at the drop of ten cent, the get cut the fuck up Like a body builders convention [Chorus] Somebody gonna die, I can hear it Somebody 'bout to see somebody's spirit 1-2-3, resuscitation, clear it (Death... death...) And you are near it Somebody gonna die, I promise, promise, promise (Hey, hey... leave a message!) Any questions, concerns, or comments, comments, comments? (Whoa) [Verse 3: Sean Price] Six million ways to die, choose one Add Sean Price, that's like six million and one I'm sick, iller with guns, thriller that kill ya for fun 9mm knock centimeters off of your son My gun - dumb, loud, and short I will shoot up your back and fuck up your lumbar support Listen, I shoot up your tires, I shoot up a tyrant Don't shoot yourself like dude from the Giants I might shoot a nigga for sayin' my name wrong Next time get it right Motherfucker, I'm Sean Price Predicate felon, (psssh) two time loser One more strike, it's life, damn right I'm a shooter (pssh) Buddha bless bless, Buddha the sket shooter Blam, blam the Ruger, you red like Shan’s Pumas (P!) Criminal rapper, original gun clapper After I rap, nobody should rap after I clap ya (motherfu...) [Chorus] Somebody gonna die, I can hear it Somebody 'bout to see somebody's spirit 1-2-3, resuscitation, clear it (Death... death...) And you are near it Somebody gonna die, I promise, promise, promise (Hey, hey... leave a message!) Any questions, concerns, or comments, comments, comments? (Whoa)