We're the living dead,. With our blood-shot eyes and our hearts of stone. We all that's left and we won't need rest for we won't go home. We on our feet, where the beasts and the ghouls, and the
. Or maybe it's the hooptie in these pisshole slums. Just tryna kick my piece off of kiko's drums. Ya know Chorus. Jadakiss This is how we live. Styles Smoking, drinking, hustling, thinking
