Live Soil Lyrics
| Song | Live Soil |
| Artist | Flesh 'n' Bone |
| Album | T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Elliott, Howse, Love, Perkins | |
| (feat. Afta Maff) | |
| Are you ready for death? | |
| Here's your cemetery plot | |
| [Kamikaze] | |
| Animosity pushes me to killa dreams in my sleep - | |
| Fatal thoughts of puttin' punk bitches 6 feet deep | |
| My mental status destroyed | |
| 'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick | |
| But I swear with a passion | |
| I'm a put 6 shots in this bitch (6 shots) | |
| I'm no security blanket, but I still feel the cold | |
| Even thinkin' murder mayhem when I was 6 years old | |
| Every now and then, I feel all close to danger | |
| Most of my life 'cause if it don't work, worry and anger | |
| Poisioned by demons, once upon a time my thought was pure | |
| What will I endure in life? | |
| I ain't, so I may never feel secure | |
| Cavi and switchblades, guns and such | |
| Driftin' through life and limpin' | |
| As if I needed a fuckin' crutch | |
| My slug to those who know the darkness that I reach | |
| And those who pump me back everytime I buck, get freaked | |
| Now, I'm enraged and feelin' revenge - that makes my blood boil | |
| Pay back is a bitch, dirty nigga, and your brand this box | |
| Are you ready for death? | |
| Here's your cemetary plot | |
| That I got to be prepared for when you pussy-ass niggas drop | |
| Live soil, which means you're the walking dead | |
| And when I blast that ass | |
| I make you remember what you did and said | |
| [Kamikaze] | |
| I'm pullin' me gauges with me thugs | |
| And givin' me thugs nothin' but love | |
| And sendin me slugs to you muthafuckin' bustas | |
| That murderin' mayhem, off flippin' up on this shit | |
| As I grabs my nine and puttin' it to your head real quick | |
| And pullin' my trigger as I let you feel the damn pain | |
| Death is thought inside my muthafuckin' brain | |
| As the fire blaze in my eyes, I'm seein' demons | |
| I'm steady hearin', them muthafuckin' voices screamin' | |
| I stop the big game for some hell | |
| If he don't have the solution, Big Mark is always there | |
| If not nine got me on my muthafuckin' square | |
| And keepin' me puttin' them Teflons in your fuckin' ? | |
| The state pen for life is the home that I'm facin' | |
| Forty-four in my hand, and I'm caressin' it first | |
| I'm just itchin' for the chance to pull the trigger | |
| I'm bustin' round, round, round, round on your ass | |
| Niggas, and how you figure that the game | |
| Will pull your dead-ass weight? | |
| If you ain't got the cash, then you ain't got the game | |
| Nobody wants a nigga when he's down and out | |
| So see I'm creepin' on a come up with two fours in your mouth | |
| I had visions of killin' you and your boys | |
| Retaliator had visions of killin' them | |
| And they bodies got seperated | |
| I know ya hate it, but there's no other way around it | |
| Now picture this: Big Mark got them full metal jackets | |
| To penitrate that 6 pack that you call a stomach | |
| I seen your boys vomit when I release these lead bullets | |
| Pop 'em like duels, and fillin' em up like fuel | |
| Display it on my street--sense to this wannabe fool | |
| You're live soil | |
| That means that you're the walking dead | |
| So when I blast that ass | |
| You remember what you did and said | |
| But you walking dead, ain't no comin' back | |
| You at your resting place | |
| You live with the soil | |
| So up to the wasteland | |
| (wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland) | |
| Now, you understand you live soil, muthafucka | |
| Are you ready for death? | |
| Here's your cemetary plot | |
| That I got to be prepared for when you pussy-ass niggas drop | |
| Live soil, which means you're the walking dead | |
| And when I blast that ass | |
| I make you remember what you did and said | |
| [Flesh] | |
| Niggas, I'm runnin' through them murda plots | |
| Simply ninas, they cocked | |
| In my pocket these deep when I pull and pop | |
| Serve or hold, put it down for the double glock | |
| Sug hit when the bullshit stops | |
| Droppin' these shells as I bail make 'em | |
| Live soil 'til this body smell | |
| Leavin' a trail of bloody footsteps | |
| Well, show no mercy | |
| Gotta send them to Hell under this murderous spell | |
| Flesh, Kamikaze, (?) and Boss, can all be stalkin' niggas | |
| Caught 'em, caution, drop 'em in the coffin and fade across | |
| Y'all loss Mo Thugs, the Shifters, and Hustla'z - | |
| You don't wanna see this organization | |
| Take off, will ya niggas, playa hatin' all over this nation | |
| Station, faced, locate in the wasteland, nothin' | |
| But heartless scandalous dealers, (pick an event/pig in a van) | |
| And don't start with the fuckas | |
| Hold up with the buck Mo Thugs gon' peel ya | |
| Carry the body to the cemetery | |
| That's where they lay 6 feet in a ditch | |
| We went with the shotty cockin' | |
| Prepare to murder bitches, snitches, cops on my click | |
| Stop it! Fuck with the Fifth, I'm loyal | |
| When ya get the job done grand and royal | |
| Niggas got broiled, roasted in foil | |
| Makin' the grass turn green and (rotting in gas) - live soil | |
| Are you ready for death? | |
| Here's your cemetary plot | |
| [News Anchorman Eric] | |
| We interrupt your regularly scheduled program | |
| To bring this special report live from downtown with David Elliot | |
| [Reporter David Elliot] | |
| This is disgusting! | |
| [E] David, are you there? | |
| [D] Yes, I'm here, Eric | |
| [E] Yeah, what seems to be the problem? | |
| [D] The problem? | |
| The problem is this is disgusting | |
| There's utter chaos everywhere | |
| It's just too soon to speculate what exactly happened | |
| But there are unconfirmed reports that Flesh and Afta Maff have... | |
| Have...have struck again | |
| Uh, I'm just a little sick to my stomach | |
| So a we'll keep you posted as to what happens in the near future | |
| But for now, let's go back to Kelly Lockett for the weather | |
| Back to you, Kelly | |
| [Meteorologist Kelly Lockett] | |
| Hi, this is Kelly Lockett | |
| Today's hot and sunny, so make sure you get on outside |
| zuo qu : Elliott, Howse, Love, Perkins | |
| feat. Afta Maff | |
| Are you ready for death? | |
| Here' s your cemetery plot | |
| Kamikaze | |
| Animosity pushes me to killa dreams in my sleep | |
| Fatal thoughts of puttin' punk bitches 6 feet deep | |
| My mental status destroyed | |
| ' Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick | |
| But I swear with a passion | |
| I' m a put 6 shots in this bitch 6 shots | |
| I' m no security blanket, but I still feel the cold | |
| Even thinkin' murder mayhem when I was 6 years old | |
| Every now and then, I feel all close to danger | |
| Most of my life ' cause if it don' t work, worry and anger | |
| Poisioned by demons, once upon a time my thought was pure | |
| What will I endure in life? | |
| I ain' t, so I may never feel secure | |
| Cavi and switchblades, guns and such | |
| Driftin' through life and limpin' | |
| As if I needed a fuckin' crutch | |
| My slug to those who know the darkness that I reach | |
| And those who pump me back everytime I buck, get freaked | |
| Now, I' m enraged and feelin' revenge that makes my blood boil | |
| Pay back is a bitch, dirty nigga, and your brand this box | |
| Are you ready for death? | |
| Here' s your cemetary plot | |
| That I got to be prepared for when you pussyass niggas drop | |
| Live soil, which means you' re the walking dead | |
| And when I blast that ass | |
| I make you remember what you did and said | |
| Kamikaze | |
| I' m pullin' me gauges with me thugs | |
| And givin' me thugs nothin' but love | |
| And sendin me slugs to you muthafuckin' bustas | |
| That murderin' mayhem, off flippin' up on this shit | |
| As I grabs my nine and puttin' it to your head real quick | |
| And pullin' my trigger as I let you feel the damn pain | |
| Death is thought inside my muthafuckin' brain | |
| As the fire blaze in my eyes, I' m seein' demons | |
| I' m steady hearin', them muthafuckin' voices screamin' | |
| I stop the big game for some hell | |
| If he don' t have the solution, Big Mark is always there | |
| If not nine got me on my muthafuckin' square | |
| And keepin' me puttin' them Teflons in your fuckin' nbsp? | |
| The state pen for life is the home that I' m facin' | |
| Fortyfour in my hand, and I' m caressin' it first | |
| I' m just itchin' for the chance to pull the trigger | |
| I' m bustin' round, round, round, round on your ass | |
| Niggas, and how you figure that the game | |
| Will pull your deadass weight? | |
| If you ain' t got the cash, then you ain' t got the game | |
| Nobody wants a nigga when he' s down and out | |
| So see I' m creepin' on a come up with two fours in your mouth | |
| I had visions of killin' you and your boys | |
| Retaliator had visions of killin' them | |
| And they bodies got seperated | |
| I know ya hate it, but there' s no other way around it | |
| Now picture this: Big Mark got them full metal jackets | |
| To penitrate that 6 pack that you call a stomach | |
| I seen your boys vomit when I release these lead bullets | |
| Pop ' em like duels, and fillin' em up like fuel | |
| Display it on my streetsense to this wannabe fool | |
| You' re live soil | |
| That means that you' re the walking dead | |
| So when I blast that ass | |
| You remember what you did and said | |
| But you walking dead, ain' t no comin' back | |
| You at your resting place | |
| You live with the soil | |
| So up to the wasteland | |
| wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland | |
| Now, you understand you live soil, muthafucka | |
| Are you ready for death? | |
| Here' s your cemetary plot | |
| That I got to be prepared for when you pussyass niggas drop | |
| Live soil, which means you' re the walking dead | |
| And when I blast that ass | |
| I make you remember what you did and said | |
| Flesh | |
| Niggas, I' m runnin' through them murda plots | |
| Simply ninas, they cocked | |
| In my pocket these deep when I pull and pop | |
| Serve or hold, put it down for the double glock | |
| Sug hit when the bullshit stops | |
| Droppin' these shells as I bail make ' em | |
| Live soil ' til this body smell | |
| Leavin' a trail of bloody footsteps | |
| Well, show no mercy | |
| Gotta send them to Hell under this murderous spell | |
| Flesh, Kamikaze, ? and Boss, can all be stalkin' niggas | |
| Caught ' em, caution, drop ' em in the coffin and fade across | |
| Y' all loss Mo Thugs, the Shifters, and Hustla' z | |
| You don' t wanna see this organization | |
| Take off, will ya niggas, playa hatin' all over this nation | |
| Station, faced, locate in the wasteland, nothin' | |
| But heartless scandalous dealers, pick an event pig in a van | |
| And don' t start with the fuckas | |
| Hold up with the buck Mo Thugs gon' peel ya | |
| Carry the body to the cemetery | |
| That' s where they lay 6 feet in a ditch | |
| We went with the shotty cockin' | |
| Prepare to murder bitches, snitches, cops on my click | |
| Stop it! Fuck with the Fifth, I' m loyal | |
| When ya get the job done grand and royal | |
| Niggas got broiled, roasted in foil | |
| Makin' the grass turn green and rotting in gas live soil | |
| Are you ready for death? | |
| Here' s your cemetary plot | |
| News Anchorman Eric | |
| We interrupt your regularly scheduled program | |
| To bring this special report live from downtown with David Elliot | |
| Reporter David Elliot | |
| This is disgusting! | |
| E David, are you there? | |
| D Yes, I' m here, Eric | |
| E Yeah, what seems to be the problem? | |
| D The problem? | |
| The problem is this is disgusting | |
| There' s utter chaos everywhere | |
| It' s just too soon to speculate what exactly happened | |
| But there are unconfirmed reports that Flesh and Afta Maff have... | |
| Have... have struck again | |
| Uh, I' m just a little sick to my stomach | |
| So a we' ll keep you posted as to what happens in the near future | |
| But for now, let' s go back to Kelly Lockett for the weather | |
| Back to you, Kelly | |
| Meteorologist Kelly Lockett | |
| Hi, this is Kelly Lockett | |
| Today' s hot and sunny, so make sure you get on outside |
| zuò qǔ : Elliott, Howse, Love, Perkins | |
| feat. Afta Maff | |
| Are you ready for death? | |
| Here' s your cemetery plot | |
| Kamikaze | |
| Animosity pushes me to killa dreams in my sleep | |
| Fatal thoughts of puttin' punk bitches 6 feet deep | |
| My mental status destroyed | |
| ' Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick | |
| But I swear with a passion | |
| I' m a put 6 shots in this bitch 6 shots | |
| I' m no security blanket, but I still feel the cold | |
| Even thinkin' murder mayhem when I was 6 years old | |
| Every now and then, I feel all close to danger | |
| Most of my life ' cause if it don' t work, worry and anger | |
| Poisioned by demons, once upon a time my thought was pure | |
| What will I endure in life? | |
| I ain' t, so I may never feel secure | |
| Cavi and switchblades, guns and such | |
| Driftin' through life and limpin' | |
| As if I needed a fuckin' crutch | |
| My slug to those who know the darkness that I reach | |
| And those who pump me back everytime I buck, get freaked | |
| Now, I' m enraged and feelin' revenge that makes my blood boil | |
| Pay back is a bitch, dirty nigga, and your brand this box | |
| Are you ready for death? | |
| Here' s your cemetary plot | |
| That I got to be prepared for when you pussyass niggas drop | |
| Live soil, which means you' re the walking dead | |
| And when I blast that ass | |
| I make you remember what you did and said | |
| Kamikaze | |
| I' m pullin' me gauges with me thugs | |
| And givin' me thugs nothin' but love | |
| And sendin me slugs to you muthafuckin' bustas | |
| That murderin' mayhem, off flippin' up on this shit | |
| As I grabs my nine and puttin' it to your head real quick | |
| And pullin' my trigger as I let you feel the damn pain | |
| Death is thought inside my muthafuckin' brain | |
| As the fire blaze in my eyes, I' m seein' demons | |
| I' m steady hearin', them muthafuckin' voices screamin' | |
| I stop the big game for some hell | |
| If he don' t have the solution, Big Mark is always there | |
| If not nine got me on my muthafuckin' square | |
| And keepin' me puttin' them Teflons in your fuckin' nbsp? | |
| The state pen for life is the home that I' m facin' | |
| Fortyfour in my hand, and I' m caressin' it first | |
| I' m just itchin' for the chance to pull the trigger | |
| I' m bustin' round, round, round, round on your ass | |
| Niggas, and how you figure that the game | |
| Will pull your deadass weight? | |
| If you ain' t got the cash, then you ain' t got the game | |
| Nobody wants a nigga when he' s down and out | |
| So see I' m creepin' on a come up with two fours in your mouth | |
| I had visions of killin' you and your boys | |
| Retaliator had visions of killin' them | |
| And they bodies got seperated | |
| I know ya hate it, but there' s no other way around it | |
| Now picture this: Big Mark got them full metal jackets | |
| To penitrate that 6 pack that you call a stomach | |
| I seen your boys vomit when I release these lead bullets | |
| Pop ' em like duels, and fillin' em up like fuel | |
| Display it on my streetsense to this wannabe fool | |
| You' re live soil | |
| That means that you' re the walking dead | |
| So when I blast that ass | |
| You remember what you did and said | |
| But you walking dead, ain' t no comin' back | |
| You at your resting place | |
| You live with the soil | |
| So up to the wasteland | |
| wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland | |
| Now, you understand you live soil, muthafucka | |
| Are you ready for death? | |
| Here' s your cemetary plot | |
| That I got to be prepared for when you pussyass niggas drop | |
| Live soil, which means you' re the walking dead | |
| And when I blast that ass | |
| I make you remember what you did and said | |
| Flesh | |
| Niggas, I' m runnin' through them murda plots | |
| Simply ninas, they cocked | |
| In my pocket these deep when I pull and pop | |
| Serve or hold, put it down for the double glock | |
| Sug hit when the bullshit stops | |
| Droppin' these shells as I bail make ' em | |
| Live soil ' til this body smell | |
| Leavin' a trail of bloody footsteps | |
| Well, show no mercy | |
| Gotta send them to Hell under this murderous spell | |
| Flesh, Kamikaze, ? and Boss, can all be stalkin' niggas | |
| Caught ' em, caution, drop ' em in the coffin and fade across | |
| Y' all loss Mo Thugs, the Shifters, and Hustla' z | |
| You don' t wanna see this organization | |
| Take off, will ya niggas, playa hatin' all over this nation | |
| Station, faced, locate in the wasteland, nothin' | |
| But heartless scandalous dealers, pick an event pig in a van | |
| And don' t start with the fuckas | |
| Hold up with the buck Mo Thugs gon' peel ya | |
| Carry the body to the cemetery | |
| That' s where they lay 6 feet in a ditch | |
| We went with the shotty cockin' | |
| Prepare to murder bitches, snitches, cops on my click | |
| Stop it! Fuck with the Fifth, I' m loyal | |
| When ya get the job done grand and royal | |
| Niggas got broiled, roasted in foil | |
| Makin' the grass turn green and rotting in gas live soil | |
| Are you ready for death? | |
| Here' s your cemetary plot | |
| News Anchorman Eric | |
| We interrupt your regularly scheduled program | |
| To bring this special report live from downtown with David Elliot | |
| Reporter David Elliot | |
| This is disgusting! | |
| E David, are you there? | |
| D Yes, I' m here, Eric | |
| E Yeah, what seems to be the problem? | |
| D The problem? | |
| The problem is this is disgusting | |
| There' s utter chaos everywhere | |
| It' s just too soon to speculate what exactly happened | |
| But there are unconfirmed reports that Flesh and Afta Maff have... | |
| Have... have struck again | |
| Uh, I' m just a little sick to my stomach | |
| So a we' ll keep you posted as to what happens in the near future | |
| But for now, let' s go back to Kelly Lockett for the weather | |
| Back to you, Kelly | |
| Meteorologist Kelly Lockett | |
| Hi, this is Kelly Lockett | |
| Today' s hot and sunny, so make sure you get on outside |
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