Last Laugh (feat. Prodigy & Twin) - Explicit Album Version

Reflections of my own life flash like a fire
 Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream
 Fall for centuries physical and the mental
 When I crashed through work
 I was cursed but still I
 Quit my curse found my hustle
 Stack paper made it world wide
 Feeling the dream, dont be a hater son
 Think you the greater one
 Gotta put you on the fader son
 Cut your ass up see you later
 Gotta drop till your praying nigga
 You ain't a player hust a frail nigga
 I'm the slayer in your nightmares
 Unstoppable
 When you see me on the street
 Call a audible
 I got you covered, face it
 And you can't dodge this bullet baby
 This ain't the matrix
 Got to put you in your placement
 Hide your body in the basement
 Your boys wonder where your face went
 Homey we keet those on us
 Smoke like mufflers
 To calm down/I sell
 But still explode
 Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self
 They can't fuck with us, we laugh last
 (Two)
 Backbreakers of the game
 Many many musical
 Legendary criminal destined to be professional
 I rain supreme
 Ever since my days you rock vest just to push your range
 No doubt about it
 We grew up in the cloud
 Read up in your magazine just to see what were about
 Peep into the case, see me, ask
 Why that black ass nigga flow over the piano
 Droppin it good
 For that hoody in the front row
 Thats my good pro down for the juggalo
 Three guns busted for the battle man
 Shoot the whole scene make the motherfucker rattle
 Duece, double o, slow
 Church folk say we ain't got too many more
 Either man rush I'm gonna hit em with the head rush
 So be careful on what you trusting
 Homey we keet those on us
 Smoke like mufflers
 To calm down/I sell
 But still explode
 Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self
 They can't fuck with us, we laugh last
 (Three)
 Yo
 I was walking on the block
 Heard a couple shots
 Caught one in the leg
 And I know who did it
 They gonna get it
 Wrap up my leg
 Bounced upstairs and got strapped up
 I love that drama shit
 I'm all gassed up
 I lit that kush up and got doughed up
 And thought about all the foul shit I did
 I can't help it, I was this way since a kid
 Then I slide out the crib
 Hunt down my pray
 The look in my eyes like I sniffed some yay
 Ran up on homes
 And blast away
 He passed away twin got the last laugh today
 Anybody front I keep that on me
 You had to die homey thats part of the game
 I got guns put niggaz don't know how to aim
 I'm in the shooting range mastering the art
 Homey we keet those on us
 Smoke like mufflers
 To calm down/I sell
 But still explode
 Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self
 They can't fuck with us, we laugh last