Dead men tell no tales

[B-Real] Pam Pa Ra Ra [4x] Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!) Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy Now I'm fuckin with your head, and you realize that it's tricky Got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it The reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger in the stranger's eye, the killin comes second nature Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out for help, and all the fuckin yellin to is yourself Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin I'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin