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land of the walking dead - house of krazees lyrics

land of the walking dead lyrics
[intro]
oh, motherf*cker, it’s the house up in here
oh, motherf*cker, it’s the house up in here
we gon’ do it

[verse 1: the r.o.c.]
this rap sh*t comes down like boulders
the whole planet’s sittin’ on my shoulders
what is it? my thoughts, i placed a target for the government
they shoot when they want, but they miss every time i kicks
knowledge, they don’t like to hear me when i preach
f*ck the police, [?] so i gots to be
smarter, make my dollars beat these fools without the trouble
they out of a job with no n*ggas in cells
i got no love for jails but the n*ggas inside
i wish they were bailed, but that would bring h*ll as well
because it’s too much inside, it’s too much outside
i can’t get inside to get outside
fools is askin’ me questions if what i’m doin’ is right
if yo kid is litenin’ to my tape [?]
or bein’ the hangman [?]
shootin’ my [?] is good if i bump on ’em
in they eardrum, droppin’ to ’em like [?]
entertainin’ as well, b*tch, f*ck society
i do’s what i gotta do, i live or die
what is our purpose in life if i [loot i ride?]
[?] and fly like an eagle and swoop down [?]
and put all y’all motherf*ckers in church
and teach until you understand
but i’m only talkin’, i’m still in the land of the walkin’ dead
that’s what i said, take it to the head
[chorus: mr. bones]
land of the walkin’ dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead

[verse 2: mr. bones]
[dead is earth, shout worth?]
i been livin’ all my life, tell me what it’s worth? it hurt
to see a new millennium in my society
the tax increased with [?] popularity
it’s scarin’ me, too many done crossed the void
of bein’ hungry, homeless, broke, and unemployed
avoid and get away from [?] ass b*tches
and you will see your money stack and accumulate riches
i figure, the world is one fourth love, three fourths hate
conceal weapons and [?] the crime rate
drug dealin’ thugs with money on they mind
pimps and pushers on the corner tryin’ to move dimes, hard times
and prostitutes, sellin’ they ass to make loot
it’s gettin’ hard to carry [?] just in case you gotta shoot
[?], i [?] my d*ck to avoid infection
suckas is down for less than an impression, what’s the connection?
no affection [?] knowledge, i’ve read more raps than textbooks
and never ever plan to go to college
and then you wanna tell me it’s all good
but i [don’t?] see through the eyes of many neighborhoods, still
suckers be off on that old wild sh*t, that do or die sh*t
that down on forties split your wig sh*t
time to get ourself together
yo man, you gotta be [?]
whether or not you hang or bang or slang or in a gang
or even tryin’ to get ahead
stay on your toes in the land of the walking dead
[chorus]
stay alive in the land of the walking dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead
stay alive in the land of the walking dead

[verse 3: hektic]
look at the news, i’m outraged
nothin’ but views on bad ways, glorifying how city crime pays
i’m in the systems of my friends and family that i’m missin’
wish they was here, but it’s a lonely mission, keep on wishin’
it’s hard times in my city, try to survive
i’m writin’ [?] with me, give me the gun
that’s how [?] corner thugs be, wishin’ on stars
[?] you assed out
[?] punks who tried to shout
so shut your motherf*ckin’ mouth, fool, [?] windows [?]
i’m out cold runnin’ ‘cross fields from cold blue
the walking dead is all the people who ain’t got a thang
and then they’ll run you for your beeper and your bag of cheeba
and now the [?] won’t believe us, takin’ our breaks
makin’ us hate, can we conceive a life to achieve
with five bills from mickey d’s
i got a good idea while they lay you on your [knees?]
eleven g’s in the bag, a buster who brags
the sixty seconds of grass stash (i’m down with that)
smokin’ on hash with the cash to buy [poppy?]
suckers it’s too late, one chance, you got sloppy
a ghetto life influenced thousands of crack pipes
thousands of drive*by’s and thousands of late night
sit down, gotta get paid type of attitude
still we gots to keep goin’ on doin’ what we do
keep your head straight, look ahead
land of the walking dead is nothin’ to f*ck with is what we said

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