Lyrics
it really makes you wonder
but i m born again
get ready cause this ain t funny
We re all gonna die on judgement day, is there life after death
natas and the crew
I roll with a gang and natas is the name, and then i fill ya fulla lead
The preacher told me i shouldn t say, but i m born again
This shit gets yo ass like a shot gun to the chest, it s time to get ill
From my pointa view ain t got shit to lose, i was born to die, if you know what time it is
I feel no pain, we re all gonna die on judgement day
life after death
i m down with natas and the life after death
get ready cause this ain t funny
Get ready cause this ain t funny, my voodoo is clever
It s time to get ill, dearly beloved
i roll with a gang and natas is the name
i m not a bapist or a buddha or a monk
It s time to get ill, get ready cause this ain t funny
so you can find out first hand
Anybody in the path of the road that i travel, it s journey for a battle
so if i spill my guts upside a bloody cross
i m already dead
The year is 92, i sing the blues until my tongue gets black
If you know what time it is, i m lookin at the signs and they all are reading vital
some say i m psycho
black devil head master
So is there life after death, i let you all see
God bless the child to the rhythm that i play, it s time to get ill Life, when you die then you re dead
i got hellish rhymes on my mind so i might let em flow
god bless the child to the rhythm that i play
I m already dead, the preacher told me i shouldn t say
What i can see, life after death
I sport the wicked grin, if you know what time it is
I think you know what timeit is, i pimp strut around and limbo Life, and i shot those suckas and i ll shoot the rest
To the funk and a freak, life after death
life after death
dead on arrival
So if i spill my guts upside a bloody cross, dearly beloved
The year is 92, i shot those suckas and i ll shoot the rest Death, don t push me cause i m close to the edge
Some say i m psycho, it s like this round the clock Death, don t push me cause i m close to the edge
to the funk and a freak
Life after death, so tell me what s left Death, life after death
So you can tell a preacher, that i kick suck my dick suck my fuckin dick
I m better off dead, so you can find out first hand
I feel no pain, i let you all see
Two to the head, to the funk and a freak
Get ready cause this ain t funny, cause i was born in sin Life, this shit gets yo ass like a shot gun to the chest
The year is 92, they label it my title
You ve never heard a dead man rock it deadly, and life ain t shit but a state a mind, get ready cause this ain t funny
It s time to get ill, i sing the blues until my tongue gets black, hole in your head
God knows my name, i let you all see, but i m born again
I sing the blues until my tongue gets black, some say we all are evil Death, some say i m psycho
Hole in your head, when you die then you re dead Life, rockin your soul from life to death
i shot those suckas and i ll shoot the rest
Just a funky nigga with the showel and funk, you ve never heard a dead man rock it deadly
I sport the wicked grin, i think i m suicidal, the symptoms of insanity has got me on the ledge
And death s after me, understand if you can
Spiced with a little bit a rock, life after death
