The Masta, the Lost is the ghetto dweller in a cage Theres no way out of the death
You cant back, back No matter you do when you fall in a death trap You cant back, back No what you do when you fall
Time and time lifes getting shorter Fear in the air what is the border A nigga named, Stef, was shootin' up With coke, had a stroke, so I chilled for his death
Time has arrived, four in one All the sin in, on my face, theres a grin Another vic, once moved, now step Grabbed 'em by the wrist, come to the
Meet Katie, abortion was known with lady A Ph.D, degrees, had Mercedes car She took it to a bar got lit a skunk, got drunk Danced bumped
Boom, she took the car to the pad She didnt want to kick it, so the got stabbed Wrong place and wrong dont exist no more Or for according to the law So watch what you do fore a fool back And behold, on your shoulder's a death trap, yo
You come back, back No what you do when you fall in a death trap You cant back, back No matter what you do when you
crab named Black, brother sell up crack And its a natural in his pockets he had stacks Bad ass beemer he drove 'cause he his soul To get a of the chrome and gold
True, he felt good as he walked his Bein' hunted every like a bear in the woods See play the role of a fox If they catch ass out on the block, ock Its back to the box
But Black was the type that was Yo the C-cipher, I got to get papes Every night, but you came for kills C-cipher, aint the only niggaz on the
He had a quarter mil stashed on him With the click, came through and he em So perhaps, youre catchin' mad snap that Nigga black, smack but you by the death trap
You come back, back No matter what you do when you fall in a death You cant come back, No matter you do when you fall
You come back, back No what you do when you fall in a death trap You come back, back No what you do when you fall
Bitch, she had a like a Lexus coupe Her step father was robbin' the cradle, the boots Her heartbeat increased at night, she sleep Daddy dearest was bringin' her grief between
Deep scars invaded her soul, force and Six of torture, started at age nine At age sixteen, already an old Deceived, she was like Freddy in a bad dream
Meanwhile her body is defiled Tellin' her mother only brought a of denial Moms followed Pop's the low Led to a showdown for a week, shit, slowed
But one overcome by lust Duke's tried to score just one more thrust He shouldve back, the RZA got an Axe Gave his dick whacks and threw his ass in the death
You come back