| Lyrics: | Six million ways to die, choose one
[Kurupt]
It's time to escape, but I don't know
where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or death
I see myself in a mist of
smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we
puttin in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz
anybody killa, you
know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is
[Daz]
I see some mark brand
niggaz on the corner flaggin me down
Sayin, |
