till I give the all clear

the ridin gone start when i give the all clear x3 the riding going to start when i give the clear death is near but dieing is somthing i dont fear abracadabra The roof disappeared I'm feelin like pac i shead so many tears keep on in my business ill make you disappear slide on you with a glock wit a stupid clip the syrup i sip the blunt i will hit nine in my wasteband send em to wasteland they dont stand a damn chace they gone need an ambulance