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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)