Letras:
Every Time I Die Hit Of The Search Party

to the pulpit. You're in for it now. Are these helicopters for me? Have I been appointed to speak? Then I'm going to Hell, and I'm taking the renaissance

waste to the pulpit. You're in for it now. Are these helicopters for me? Have I been appointed to speak? Then I'm going to Hell, and I'm taking the renaissance

they hate that buck to tha bang Good thing I got a gat 'Cause we rhyme tight rhymes Had to thug out but it came in time Just two times and if you give

Keep lookin', searchin', seekin', findin' Lookin', searchin', seekin', findin' Lookin', searchin', seekin', findin' Lookin', searchin', seekin', findin' Lookin', searchin', seekin', findin' Lookin', searchin

off, I wanna smash that (ohh, can you believe it?) Party ran pack, mingling baby, and I can LL shake, you jingling baby? Back your ass up, I'm a start

get raided for helping ourselves Mary Jane get us focused, now she's wanted in Hell Now every party that I go to, I'm keeping it real Devil shouts

pop bottle ya'll sit on ya'll feet Screaming my name tryna get in V.I.P. I don't own the club boo I'm just showing love true But every time I see ya face I

wanna hear the lick Every one a y'all is getting pimped Every time i spit i'm feelin ripped Every cancer is a homicide Every boss better run and hide

let's get this party started Chorus [big ed] Now when I said fuck y'all niggas, best believe that I meant it For every bullet that hit your dome best