Oh! (Buried Alive)

Yeah, aye
And look who's back
Boo!
Oh, oh
Yeah, aye

Ever since I've been gone, I've been focusing and taking my time
I know you've waited so long, it's been eating at the back of my mind
Well, if you still want blood, someday I might give you a taste
Oh, no, when you ask me if I'll turn up the bass
I'll tell you, bitch

Yah, I am not a killer but if you wanna keep
living you better get to running before I head home
Yah, don't you be thinking for a second that Imma
let you put a finger on the homies, you are dead wrong

No way, not me
You wanna jerk me around, I'll give you this long D
Y'all thought I was gone for good
'Cause you tried to have me buried alive
Until I said

Oh! Tell the streets that I'm back from the dead
Oh! So 'for you sleep, check up under your bed, aye
Don't run, bitch, lock your door
Oh! So 'for you sleep check up under your bed, I'm back from the dead

Got the whole damn crowd going wild in this bitch

Since the day that I died, all the sudden you've been acting so brave
Just 'cause I've been rotting in Hell, t
hat don't mean that you can piss on my grave
Mmm, don't always believe the things you've been told
See, Hell only keeps the ones it can hold
And I ain't so keen on selling my soul
But if it means getting some head,
then Imma be chopping 'em off and watching 'em roll

Yah, everything I do is incredible,
someone get a medal because I'm really 'bout to flow like
Yah, every single rhythm and syllable sets a
record, you better give me the credit, 'cause I don't bite

You say I'm a vampire
I say you a damn liar
Homeboy, do you really want me to give you a tale for the camp fire?
Alright, then come on and get them hands higher
Bet you thought I was gone for good
'Cause you tried to have me buried alive
Think again

Oh! Tell the streets that I'm back from the dead
Oh! So 'for you sleep, check up under your bed, aye
Don't run, bitch, lock your door
Oh! So 'for you sleep check up under your bed, I'm back from the dead

Got the whole damn crowd going wild in this bitch

Oh, you say you know me
Yeah, you know me well
You said I tried to hard to impress you
Guess you must know it all, wonder how you could tell
You say "you wasn't raised like this, boy"
What, you want me to cry?
I done climbed out my grave
Now I'm back in this bitch
Imma show you why I'm popping tonight
Singing out

I don't mind if you wanna get filthy
Motherfucker, this the life that I chose
But some of y'all really trying to kill me
Come and get it, this the life that I chose
Aye, put your hands to the sky if you feel me
Sing it with me, this the life that I chose
Momma told me that this ain't the real me
Well I guess it's just the life that I chose

I know what you're thinking,
I've said it before and I'll say it again if I have to
You've been wishing for something a little
more wicked that you and the homies can rap to
Well you got the fuel,
and I got the fire, pimpin', if you know what I mean
So if you think you're really ready to lose
it, then cut all the music and everyone scream

Oh! Tell the streets that I'm back from the dead
Oh! So 'for you sleep, check up under your bed, aye
Don't run, bitch, lock your door
Oh! So 'for you sleep check up under your bed, I'm back from the dead