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Everybody
Everybody

[Jamie
Patchwork, together from dues to dirt
earthgrown and weather conditions of the desert
And a part of it, some more then others
Sons, daughters, and brothers, laywers, accountants, and grandmothers
New and old faces, people of any races, and familiar places
Parents and teachers, prostitutes and
Throw ya hands to the sky and that he can see us
how we got to live, and doing what we got to do
Praying for another day so we can fight and make it
of us are designed for crimes, some of us designed for rhymes
Still we congregate in unemployment
One of a kind, and kinda strange, same book, same world
Just we on page. (one more time)
One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same
Just we on page...

x2]
Come on, we on another
(Everybody dies)
on, we on another page
(Everybody dies)

[Monoxide
Once I lit a smoke off a I fried
And I ashed it in her when she died
Who you bitches you regular when you out of my zone?
Like a celluar phone that's stuck on roam, now get ya mind
me and my man at your door, and we looking for a reason to start the war
You should of never tried to a stab at us
And you never should of on us
We see the game from way the hurried and rush
We broke them down, rolled them up, sparked the flame and them all in the dust, what?
You couldn't touch me bitch, not even if you wanted it's supposed to
Bitch I'll have your whole haunted
Flaunt us the beans in your chilli, we all know the really really
Monoxide slap your silly
Big Willie get throat cut and left bleeding
While my homeboy's your girl, while ya leaving

x2]
Come on, we on page
(Everybody dies)
Come on, we on another
(Everybody dies)

Bill]
What ya looking at, where ya at?
I'll make her on till the back's up
Thinking something that your other playas tap off
in your stomach, till your whole waist snap off
Pour on some 'nac, bite the cap off
Hate it a passion when a bitch nigga act off
on ya hood everyday and never slack off
Never let it get squash, let it slide
Die mothafucka, die mothafucka, die

Killa]
Flip a couple pages, looking into my background
All you see is the dead
Daddy always said be days like this
Now daddy's dead and gone he was granted his only wish
I can't believe all the drama when it to death
nothing you can do but pay respect
Slip into the afterlife, feeling as a feather
Everybody dies, so quit acting you livin' forever

x2]
Come on, we on another
(Everybody dies)
on, we on another page
(Everybody dies)