Then Death Comes - Yor123, Skandaali, Ghostface Killah

Aiyo, son, yo I just booked these flights to Finland

You still got that connect, right?

(Yeah, son, why? What’s popping?)

Aiyo, son, you gotta hold me

These fake niggas killed Blake, when he was out of state

Ran up on him, blew his head off his shoulders

Just caught that late notice, got back from China

Big extortion trays with the white lotus

Nah, son, you lying

Word to my Iron

Left 'em in Colorado, scheezing a Tahoe

(Get 'em) it was my physical day, and we was poppin' bottles

Profiling with them dense eagles, new motto’s

Fuck all that bullshit, it’s Black Hawn Down, paint the town

Get the koala skin, german hammer, twelve shot pound

Somebody gotta, from the way that Blake was found

They wanna him cremated, they don’t want him stuffed in the ground

So get your passport ready, out of the safe

Money, Purple Tape, Reagan mask, mace

Head to Virginia, get ready, this is Groundhog’s Day

We on our way, fucka, muthafucka…

These streets, just keep on calling

We gotta, keep on falling

God help me, we keep warring

Too much, now fire’s pouring

Jealousy, push me more and

Violence, be fits, now foreign

Then death comes with no warning