Versuri Dead Men Tell No Tales

 
[B-Real] 
Pam Pa Ra Ra  [4x] 
 
Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore 
Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!) 
Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more 
I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore 
Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate 
And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create 
I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy 
Now I'm fuckin with your head, and you realize that it's tricky 
Got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it 
The reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy 
With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger 
in the stranger's eye, the killin comes second nature 
Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out 
for help, and all the fuckin yellin to is yourself 
Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin 
I'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin  
 
[Sen Dog] 
Boo-yah!... come on, motherfucker 
 
[B-Real] 
Pam Pa Ra Ra  [4x] 
 
WAR pigs, you dig, see kickin out Mr. Big 
Take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (Checkmate motherfucker!)  
You feelin the force, meant for remorse, right from the source 
Your head is, gettin fucked and I'm skippin the intercourse 
Behold, the Mic Horse, you're takin a loss nigga 
Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my fuckin paper 
chaser green bag gladiator, terminator weed germaniator 
The greater the risk you fuckin hater 
Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin the fader slow 
with the Hi-Lo, servin the blow, who got the glow 
Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason 
I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin season 
 
[Sen Dog] 
Nighty-night, mothafucka 
 
[B-Real] 
Pam Pa Ra Ra    [7x]