paroles de chanson Cemetery Made - Mr. Serv-On
[Featuring
C
Murder]
[C
Murder]
This
black
on
black
crime
gotta
stop
[C
Murder]
Chorus
I
see
my
enemies
my
guns
in
my
hands
Cemetary
made
i'm
looking
at
a
dead
man
x4
[Mr.
Serv
On]
Conflicted
images
fill
my
mind
if
it's
my
time
to
bless
me
on
the
grind
Intertwine
in
this
criminal
military
where
my
best
friend
became
my
adversary
Never
second
guess
me
if
its
me
or
you
I
see
your
ass
through
To
the
bloody
end,
we
meet
again
When
one
of
you
coward
bitches
get
the
heart
to
take
me
from
this
world
of
sin
I
can't
descend
to
my
right
to
die
with
blood
in
my
fucking
eyes
Ghetto
cries
from
the
cemetary
call
me
daily
But
I
aint
ready
to
let
you
bitches
take
me
Set
me
up
with
my
closed,
arms
open,
gats
smokin
Hoping
for
my
last
and
final
wish
Momma
kiss
me
on
the
lips
when
I
leave,
with
a
shank
on
my
fucking
sleeve
I
kill
your
child
on
your
money
for
love
Now
she
dead,
god
bless
you
if
your
child
live
But
if
I
don't,
I'll
be
back
with
fucking
rage
in
my
eyes
Hands
on
the
gage,
I'm
cemetary
made
Chorus
x4
[Mr.
Serv-On]
Release
me
from
this
torture
that
this
life
gave
me
the
first
time
this
world
Saw
me
Murder
and
betrayal
chase
me
car
jacking,
the
crack
dealers
still
see
me
Why
cant
you
bitches
let
me
live
in
peace?
Tears
on
my
mommas
sheets
won't
let
me
sleep
I'm
walking
the
streets
with
tags
on
my
fucking
feet,
But
I
aint
ready
to
be
that
big
shot
caller,
that
baller
in
the
sky,
see
this
Killer
in
my
eyes
But
you
bitches
can't
take
me,
why
don't
you
drop
your
colors
and
ride
with
me
I'm
gangbanging,
no
affiliation
I'm
living
TRU
like
these
letters
across
my
stomach
(T-R-U)
And
I'm
cemetary
made,
don't
let
me
get
faded
with
this
gauge
I'm
ready
to
bust,
bang,
hang
em
up
and
nigga
let
you
know
my
name
My
alias,
Mr.
bad
case
See
this
killer
in
my
eyes,
I'm
ready
to
break
you
from
your
ghetto
ties
And
now
I'm
coming,
so
nigga
you
better
start
running
See
my
cemetary
made,
so
bang
em
up
Chorus
x4
[C-Murder]
My
name
is
as
I
murder
So
alot
of
niggas
wanna
get
me
cemetary
made
so
I
move
to
another
city
I
was
born
with
a
gun
in
my
hand
Now
that
I'm
a
grown
man
aint
a
damn
thing
changed
C-Murder,
a
soldier
from
that
TRU
click
My
dick
gets
hard
when
I
see
a
niggas
whig
split
Life
full
of
crime,
so
I
abuses
and
chooses
To
never
pull
a
gun
if
I
aint
gonna
use
it
And
known
to
smoke
weed
to
calm
my
nerves
But
when
I
lace
that
shit,
a
nigga
gettin
served
(booya!)
Sending
haters
to
the
mortuary,
been
to
the
cemetary
But
dont
kill
a
nigga
if
you
ever
scary
Aint
got
no
time
to
be
paraniod
bustas
Keep
eye
contact
cause
I
dont
trust
ya
187
is
what
i
shout
(187),
tattooed
on
my
right
arm
Cause
that's
what
I'm
about
You
got
beef
with
me?
You'se
in
danger
Welcome
to
the
motherfuckin
torture
chamber
Execution
style
beat
down
in
slashes
Kerosene
to
burn
your
ass
up
till
you
ashes
You
history
fool,
you
dead,
ha
ha
ha
ha,
now
you
cemetary
made
Chorus
x4
1 Let's Get It Started
2 My Best Friend
3 Head & Shoulders
4 Heaven Is So Close
5 It's Real
6 P Dreams
7 Die Rich
8 Who Raised Me
9 You Know I Would
10 Hustlin'
11 Cemetery Made
12 5 Hollow Points
13 Tryin' to Make It Out Da Ghetto
14 Time to Check My Fetty
15 Affiliated
16 We Ain't the Same
17 Throw Ya City Up
18 Last Wordz
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