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The Masta, the Ase-Inc Lost is the ghetto dweller trapped in a cage Thereâs no way out of the death trap You canât come back, back No matter what you do when you fall in a death trap You canât come back, back No matter what you do when you fall Time and time again lifeâs getting shorter Fear in the air what appears is the border A nigga named, Stef, was shootin' up meth With some coke, had a stroke, so I chilled for his death Time has arrived, four in one mind All the sin steppin' in, on my face, thereâs a grin Another dumb vic, once moved, now step Grabbed 'em by the wrist, come to the abyss Meet Katie, abortion was known with this lady A Ph.D, many degrees, had Mercedes car She took it to a bar got lit like a skunk, got drunk Danced rather bumped Boom, she took the car to the niggaâs pad She didnât want to kick it, so the bitch got stabbed Wrong place and wrong time donât exist no more Or for according to the Gravedigga law So watch what you do âfore a fool talks back And behold, riding on your shoulder's a death trap, yo You canât come back, back No matter what you do when you fall in a death trap You canât come back, back No matter what you do when you fall This crab named Black, brother sell up crack And itâs a natural fact in his pockets he had stacks Bad ass beemer he drove 'cause he sold his soul To get a hold of the chrome and gold True, he felt good as he walked his hood Bein' hunted every night like a bear in the woods See cops play the role of a fox If they catch your ass out on the block, ock Itâs back to the penalty box But Black was the type that was like âYo fuck the C-cipher, I got to get papesâ Every night, trailed but you came for kills C-cipher, ainât the only niggaz on the bill He had like a quarter mil stashed on him With the click, came through and he blasted' em So perhaps, youâre catchin' mad snap like that Nigga black, smack but you caught by the death trap You canât come back, back No matter what you do when you fall in a death trap You canât come back, back No matter what you do when you fall You canât come back, back No matter what you do when you fall in a death trap You canât come back, back No matter what you do when you fall Bitch, she had a body like a Lexus coupe Her step father was robbin' the cradle, bangin' the boots Her heartbeat increased at night, she couldnât sleep Daddy dearest was bringin' her grief between sheets Deep scars invaded her soul, force and mind Six years of torture, started at age nine At age sixteen, already an old maid Deceived, she was caught like Freddy in a bad dream Meanwhile her body is being defiled Tellin' her mother only brought a stage of denial Moms followed Pop's the low down Led to a showdown for a week, shit, slowed down But one night overcome by lust Father Duke's tried to score just one more thrust He shouldâve held back, the RZA got an Axe Gave his dick forty whacks and threw his ass in the death You canât come back |