[chorus:]1,2,3,4,5,6,7no one here\'s gonna get to go to heavenno one here\'s gonna get to go to heavenno one here\'s gonna get to go to heaventhe first one to speak, be the first one to leave,\nget your loved ones gagged and bound in bed sheets.\nsix deep, full heap, best be quick on the draw,\nyou\'s a snitch, you\'s a bitch, you get left where you are.\ni roll with killa\'s who got strikes, dealers who catch cases,\nSkinheads and Mohicans, tattoos on their faces.\nbring it \'til you\'re dead, bass it, get to bumping your gun,\nall these cowards talk shit, all these cowards gonna run.\ni\'m not one, not my cards, not the hand i was dealt,it all goes down, you only go for yourself.not me, i can\'t call it, i\'d die for the team,smoking sacks in the shack, getting high with the team.let it fly with the beam, infra-red on your head,every last muthafucka wanna leave me for dead.can\'t be happy that i\'m living, you pray that i fall,but i\'m a dead man walking, i ain\'t living at all![chorus]\n\nall the time that you hate, it\'s time that you waste,\nwake up soaking wet with a 9 to your face.\nin any case, hit the brakes, you\'re doing too much,\nmy heart\'s blacker than the clip in the grip that i clutch.\nwho wants what? it goes down, right here in your town,\ni swear to god i\'m not laughing, with a permanent frown.\ndon\'t make a sound, i spit rounds, leave your dick in the dirt,\nshotgun, with the shotgun aimed at your heart.\nit gets worse, i been cursed, smash your life like a verse,\nwe blast, ski mask, when we touching the turf.\nnobody came to talk, ain\'t nobody playing games,kicking everybody\'s ass, crossed out everybody\'s name.\nfucken lame that\'s how it goes, fuck wax and fuck shows,\nfuck the track, fuck the mic\', fuck hoes and fuck foes!\ndo yourself a favor and keep your thoughts to yourself,\ni\'m selling drugs to my label and my neighbors for wealth, without help.\n\n[chorus]\n\nnot taking shit from anybody, leaving spouses in tears,\nyou\'ll get mangled if we tangle, i\'ll be pounding the beer.\n3 cheers, who got next? let\'s go, you get stomped,\nanytime, any place, any weapon that you want.\nhold your tongue son, you slip, you get fucked,\nat your show in the parking lotfighting, won\'t take long.\nleave your whole gash flapping, know why it has happened,\ni love to watch you fall like Freeman loves watching Patton.\nwhat the fuck? i rather die then live to please you,\nkeeping company with thugs and drugs and heat too.\nspeed bump, head slice, we ain\'t traveling light,as i hit the dipstick, bring a tear to my eye.\ni stay high, do or die, finding peace with myself,\nyou live a lie, run and hide, die with everyone else.\nfuck the world, kill \'em all, and this you can trust,\ncause muthafuckas hit the dirt when muthafuckas hit the dust\n\n[chorus] 1234567, music, transplants