Tekst:
Steer Clear Sick To Death

flipside to the selfless lives we've led Know when you're gone You won't be missed Don't forget to check me off your list I'm sick to death There's not

no place to go Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row

quot;oh, no nigga please, I can drive blindfolded steering with my knees." Oh really, your vision's all blurry and that it's clear you see a 12

angels of the arch Fear is clear, the ship we steer runs on that waters of the dark [Interlude:] There's no time for regret No happiness in the Valley of Death

and you said "oh, no nigga please, I can drive blindfolded steering with my knees." Oh really, your vision's all blurry and that it's clear you see a

got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row

scene for murders script I know you heard of this crisis and what the price is High stress amplifies the need for all your vices But steer clear ?cause

rare Beef with Trials then that beef ain't fair Steer clear! You in the cross hairs Of a cat with nine lives with eight still spare And a death wish,

the scene for murders script I know you heard of this crisis and what the price is High stress amplifies the need for all your vices But steer clear