Valley Of Death-Fat Joe

Aiyyo they left me for dead I mushed the roaches and the maggots I can still remember shovels spillin dirt above (this bastard?) I waited for an answer, but god ain't call I'm hearing demons and the devils and the shots they call They want crack; I hopped out the casket, that's it Time for some actions, consequences very tragic I call my crew the Darkside, we all ride Keep them other crews running running like the far side Triple Black Louis V's provided by the suit in these Walking through the desert conversating like it's you and me Kanye shrug, paparazzi taking pictures See it in my mugshot; Mob Boss slash killer Triple Beam entrepeneur, they live for only pure The prowls only cure, fiends keep fiending more Wake up every morning same motherfuckin time Thinkin' money, get money, got money on my mind Fo' Five on my hip, Nine on the other side Thinkin' money, take money, make money all the time Middle finger to the sky screaming f**k the other side Thinkin' money get money, got money on my mind BC's filled with leeches, strategic moves To capture niggas for the deeds we do And the cars we drive Red Ferrari California on my way to arizona Mexicano at the border I used to play a good Blair Witch on a nigga Dump your body in the woods, dare snitch on a nigga Listen; Black mask, black gloves, rubber duct tape Put you where the spare tire be at; trunk space Can heaven be just a distant memory They say you live a fast life but death'll come eventually I guess in my past life I wasn't listening cause this the Fuck Tha Police, judges, P.O.'s and the witnesses Heronious charge, an Appolonian broad Another day in the life, another B***h to minage Get money[4x]Crack! Coca baby! Reportin' live from the mothafuckin' desert nigga! Brushin' the motherfuckin' dirt off my clothesss You see death in my eyes, nigga? I got that AR-15 and I won't hesitate to kill a nigga Cool N' Dre on this one bitches!