Serial k**ers - Legends Never Die lyrics

[Prelude: Easy Money] Ever since the day I got a room They told me I would never make it this long Now years after the day that I'm gone They'll be playing my songs And my name will live on When everybody thought that I was insane I stood tall after all that I've came So let the good Lord call on my name Cause I done let my mark on the game [Hook: Easy MoneyST (Xzibit)] We never die (yeahh, never die!) We just live on (live on, live on) We never die (yeahh, never die!) We just live on [Verse 1: Xzibit] Yeah I'm a cowboy steppin clear With a pistol pointblank behind your right ear Yeah because fear is not a option Say my name three times, I appear with a shotgun Now what you motherf**ers want from me? I'm from the gutter, I'm medicated by drug money Take everything, there ain't nothing else You can take from me Never break from you n******gs Swinging until my hands bloody Time flies dreams die people lose faith Tryna hide behind a lie with a straight face Buzz k**, boots on the ground cause I'm straight lace f** love, never needed love in the first place [Hook] [Verse 2: B-Real] So many doubted so little time So many haters coming to mind Later for waste cause moments to bind Because I would never look back And regretted this f**in life Around I do it for the ones who supported the dream And making every second of their life as a part of my team It take the heart of a lion The crown of a king Bring up a throne and you keep the frame in mind But you still singing my songs Still serial k** the bullsh**, spit up the thrills And if you will, you're not the k**er For real I be dealin The run of the mill, with no sk**, top Billy the dun That's why I reply legends never die [Hook] [Verse 3: Xzibit] Yeah I was born to live forever I am legend gather my thoughts And line'em up together Feel like bullet my own Beretta put it to my head Better days ahead Left for dead with my daily bread Yeah I'll cause a slaughter in your tabernacle I stole your castle and guillotined your queen Los Angeles to the bite in apple I'm playing tackle Get it, the crush's cold like Going to war with the Russians Starving like my ribs and my stomach is touching I'm filthy as a pig Got me streaking and f**in It's just my destiny till the d**h of me To be stand and deliver Confessions of an unapologetic serial k**er [Hook]