Artist: Lord Superb Album: Superb Clientele Song: Meetin' With Death Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Lord Superb] Three fucking months, man? I just did six years, man I'm back in this muthafucker man, yo, C.O. Thirt-fucking-teen? Man, you come back in here, man I'mma blast your stupid ass, shorty My word, I'mma wrap you the fuck up, that's my word Where my muthafucking lawyer, at? I been through some shit, man And you wanna play with it? Aiyo, tell 'em I passed my 188 I wish a nigga would, let me tell you something, man [Lord Superb] Death came to see me last night Said I'll be back in 20 years, Perb, get your ass right You right, when I come back, I'mma give you 20 more All that heartache and pain, you gon' see plenty more You guaranteed heaven, if you can make it through hell That's when he introduced himself as Death Said I already met his man Jail I'm like Death, why you killed Nana? He said that wasn't my decision, God's the best planner But Bad Times stepped in, he said I got the hood fucked up, Perb, I was repping Struggle called me up impersonating the landlord Like Lord, I'm terminating your room and board I ain't afraid of Death, I know Death coming When Death start knocking, tell Death come in What up, D? Heard you was looking for me Was it you, who sent them kids to Brooklyn for me? Then told them to pack bigger guns and wear vestes Cuz Smith and Wessings leave chestes on staircases Plus them dudes that tried to get me at the train station For the bracelet, pulled out trey eights quick But I dipped, pulled out the long four fifth Squeeze my shit, almost broke my wrist And at the Colisseum, he thought I didn't see him I started up the car, and tried to MPV him Death almost had me in HBM The stupid ass Puerto Ricans tried to leave my throat leaking You know me, I had my shit tweaking Plus the lock on the sock, I got the kid decent