[Intro: The Grym Reaper]
I'ma dedicate this one to all my cats that's locked up
Gravediggaz
We're tryin to dig you up out that grave right there
Yo
[Verse 1: The Grym Reaper]
Through the eyes of a Gravedigga, yo, everything is going to Hell
My super thugs is all goin to jail, blowin their bail on ballin'
When business and sales keep fallin', but when the streets keep callin'
My peeps keep crawlin', deep into the trench
With God-U for self-defence, the war is intense
My warrior sin says manifest says send out the S.O.S.,
Save Our Soldiers
Represent, behold our hour with the glass of time
Can we only get power, from a mass of crime?
Havin' a judge sayin, "Your ass is mine"
As I pearls to get cash, the swine
Like it ain't enough positive shit to go around
As black bones get deposited into the ground
When I hit you with truth it hurts
You'll rather here about those spooks and ghosts
[Hook: The Grym Reaper]
Don't let it get you down son, when the block's locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds, and niggas get shot down dead
Laid up in the cemetery bed, we all live amongst the Bloodshed
Don't let it get you down son, when the block's locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds, and niggas get shot down dead
Laid up in the cemetery bed, we all live amongst the Bloodshed
I'ma dedicate this one to all my cats that's locked up
Gravediggaz
We're tryin to dig you up out that grave right there
Yo
[Verse 1: The Grym Reaper]
Through the eyes of a Gravedigga, yo, everything is going to Hell
My super thugs is all goin to jail, blowin their bail on ballin'
When business and sales keep fallin', but when the streets keep callin'
My peeps keep crawlin', deep into the trench
With God-U for self-defence, the war is intense
My warrior sin says manifest says send out the S.O.S.,
Save Our Soldiers
Represent, behold our hour with the glass of time
Can we only get power, from a mass of crime?
Havin' a judge sayin, "Your ass is mine"
As I pearls to get cash, the swine
Like it ain't enough positive shit to go around
As black bones get deposited into the ground
When I hit you with truth it hurts
You'll rather here about those spooks and ghosts
[Hook: The Grym Reaper]
Don't let it get you down son, when the block's locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds, and niggas get shot down dead
Laid up in the cemetery bed, we all live amongst the Bloodshed
Don't let it get you down son, when the block's locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds, and niggas get shot down dead
Laid up in the cemetery bed, we all live amongst the Bloodshed
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