Artist: No Malice Album: Let the Dead Bury the Dead Song: #LTDBTD (Intro) Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [No Malice] My God, my God, my God! Who let these suckas in the game? I must admit I find it kind of odd How easily they sell they self for fame Like they sold that 'caine, yeah, I know I sold the same but never sold my soul cause I would only have this world to gain Mayne, I know bad business when I see it Better be careful to whom you pledge your allegiance Left the game in '08, I was puttin in my grievance The game still how I left it they coppin my re-releases! It's all to pieces a sad state of affairs I feel sorry for the fans, I'm keepin you in my prayers I stand before you knockin, it seems nobody there I'm bringin love to the brothers, somebody has got to care! They dyin everywhere, shed a tear when them bullets hit 'em I was in his ear, tried to tell 'em, wouldn't listen Now his casket droppin, momma hoppin in it wit 'em He was never good for nothin, but LAWD, we sho' gon' miss 'em Kiss 'em for the last time, rappin was my pastime Re-Up Gang tickled them keys like it was Ragtime I still say we better than y'all, by a landslide But this time I got the LORD, ain't no hands tied Or pulled punches, no holds barred They tried to tell me that there's no God Well I been bought wit a price, I been brought back to life And it was ONE who could've bear them scars - JESUS And with that being SAID, let the dead buy the dead! And with that being said, let the dead buy the dead! And with that being SAID, let the dead buy the dead! And with that being said, let the dead buy the dead!