[Intro: Proof]
-Stop this shit

[Stan Da Man]
Waiting On Death
To cheat me out of days in life where I could be smiling (This pressure)
Holding my child and (Alright now)
Burying some hatchets while we run this race of life
The Green Mile and (Church)
That be the road you take to get this money (You feeling me)
Waiting On Death won't let you keep them positive thoughts coming (Don't trust 'em bro)
Pistol to my partner's back, pistol to the face (Here they come)
Being caught one time without the pistol is why we brought the pistol up in this place (True killas)
Waiting On Death be something like a dream
Something like a knock at the do' about two or three in the morning to awake and then startle me (Who that is?)
Then I'm out the bed, I'm on my feet (Soldier)
Left hand on the flashlight, right hand on my heat (Heat different)
So smooth to the do', this killa so discreet
Is you feeling me? (It's life)
'Cause I don't wanna be the victim of ghetto gunshots (I lived too long)
The next unsolved murder mystery trapped between these city blocks (C'mon now)
When I see the killers face before he pull the trigger and call my name (He look for me)
Will I regret the last thing on my mind and my affiliation to game (I know them n***as)
Waiting On Death, paramedics need me (Hah hah)
Tube down my throat, pumping on my chest, somebody breath for me (You think it's too late)
I brought good to the neighbourhood
My pet peeve used to be "Dog it's all good" (Hold him up)
I used wish a brother would take a chance if he could (O.G.)
Then I figured I'd catch him 'fore he catch me or we could both share some blood (Sssh!)
Waiting On Death (Sssh!)