[Intro/Chorus: D.V. Alias Khryst]
Hmm yeah hmm
Everybody gotta die someday
When the Grim Reaper take you away
Every life must come to an end
See you on the other side my friend
Everybody gotta die someday
When the Grim Reaper take you away
Every life must come to an end
I'mma see you in Hell my friend
[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Yo, yo, my Grandmother made me superstitious
No hats on beds
Twenty five years after she passed she still influences
It's like I still talk to her from beyond the grave
When good shit happens it's like it came from her in some type of way
And it go the other way sometimes with other people
When your people do bad things is that some other evil?
Is there some other type of fuckery that's not as equal?
Is there some other type of suffering beyond the reaper?
Let's talk about having shootouts where children play
Where the price of life is less than a brick of yay
And the very same kid you might think you saved
In a couple of years he'll have a gun too and a clip to spray
And he may be the one that sprays your kid
Stabs him a 100 times with a machete how they did to Junior in the Bronx on camera in front of our faces
Some shit will never make sense, it's gotta be the work of Satan!
Hmm yeah hmm
Everybody gotta die someday
When the Grim Reaper take you away
Every life must come to an end
See you on the other side my friend
Everybody gotta die someday
When the Grim Reaper take you away
Every life must come to an end
I'mma see you in Hell my friend
[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Yo, yo, my Grandmother made me superstitious
No hats on beds
Twenty five years after she passed she still influences
It's like I still talk to her from beyond the grave
When good shit happens it's like it came from her in some type of way
And it go the other way sometimes with other people
When your people do bad things is that some other evil?
Is there some other type of fuckery that's not as equal?
Is there some other type of suffering beyond the reaper?
Let's talk about having shootouts where children play
Where the price of life is less than a brick of yay
And the very same kid you might think you saved
In a couple of years he'll have a gun too and a clip to spray
And he may be the one that sprays your kid
Stabs him a 100 times with a machete how they did to Junior in the Bronx on camera in front of our faces
Some shit will never make sense, it's gotta be the work of Satan!
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