Cemetary fulla g's lyrics

Artist  : X-raided 
Song : Cemetary fulla g's
 
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
The Cemetary's full of G's, died for the cause
Dead on Arrival, at the hospital, he died in his
draws
And a rider falls every day, no more retaliatin'
But best believe we go to war....

[First Verse]
I had a dream that the Lord Almighty snatched my
soul
Saw a tombstone with my named etched in gold
Heard my Mama cryin' 'Baby don't you leave me
this way'
Heard my homies say 'Come back and represent
EBK!'
So many homies, in a journey, I decided on mine
Nine millimeter slug through his shirt blew out
his spine
Coulda beat my thug to the draw, quicker than
Jesse
Hollow tips, had the crime scene bloody and messy
Now bless these souls of the infants that died at
birth
Never witnessed the sickness that plagues the
Earth
For what it's worth, rest in peace to the ones
that failed
At least there ain't no stress, unless that ass
is in Hell
Unleash grief, on the enemies I put in the grave
To be continued, when I see you, on judgment day
It'll be a venue, when hot shit is all I desire
Even if I get sentenced to burn in eternal fire
So consumed by this rage, I'm predictin' revenge
Got me ridin' for my homies through committin'
sins
When will you feel me?  Not until we all dead and
shit
My headstone read 'Nefarious' that's all and
that's it

[Chorus]

[Second Verse]
The car hit the corner, felt the slug enter my
chest
 
Burnin' like some brimstone initiatin' the
process of death
I felt my soul slippin' into that dark abyss
My body lettin' go, bowel movement and then I
piss
My soul lifts, closed eyes, lookin' down at the
scenery
Thinkin' 'Oh no that can't be me with intestines
layin' in the street'
Send the sheet, cover me up, stuff me into the
body bag and close it
Feel my body bloatin', I feel my body floatin'
I know my enemies gloatin', smokin' blunts and
celebratin'
'X-Raided Loc is dead!'
Just maybe either Heaven or Hell is waitin', now
my vision's fadin'
Purgatory is my home
My soldiers heard the story, so now it's on nigga

[Chorus] (.5x)

[Third Verse]
Now don't you cry for me, FUCK pourin' out your
rum
Round up the thugs and watch slugs pourin' out
your gun
And it's begun, enemies best to run from dusk
til' dawn
Got a vendetta, seekin' revenge like that nigga
from spawn
You a pawn and I'm the King, but you the one
that's in check
Black roses on your grave, ultimate disrespect
Collected obituary pages for the lives thats
ending
Step into the mortuaries daily, so many funerals
attended
I never intended to be a thug but destiny drug me
in
Grim Reaper already got a grave to plug me in
No way around it, one of these days I'm gonna
have to meet the creator
Nobody on Earth is perfect, I hope God ain't a
PLAYA HATER

[Chorus] (.5x)