(feat. ABK & Bushwick Bill)    Everybody dies   Everybody dies     [Jamie Madrox]  Patchwork, sewn together from dues to dirt   From earthgrown and weather conditions of the desert   And everyone's a part of it, some more then others   Sons, daughters, and brothers, laywers, accountants, and even grandmothers   New comers and old faces, people of any races, and familiar places   Parents and teachers, prostitutes and preachers   Throw ya hands to the sky and pray that he can see us   Living how we got to live, and doing what we got to do   Praying for another day so we can fight and make it through   Some of us are designed for crimes, some of us designed for rhymes   Still we congregate in unemployment lines   One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same world   Just we on another page. (one more time)   One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same world   Just we on another page...     [Chorus x2]  Come on, we on another page   (Everybody dies)   Come on, we on another page   (Everybody dies)     [Monoxide Child]  Once I lit a smoke off a bitch I fried   And I ashed it in her face when she died   Who you bitches you calling regular when you out of my zone?   Like a celluar phone that's stuck on roam, now get ya mind blown   That's me and my man at your door, and we looking for a reason to start the war   You should of never tried to take a stab at us   And you never should of rapped on us   We see the game from way the others hurried and rush   We broke them down, rolled them up, sparked the flame and smoked them all in the dust, what?   You couldn't touch me bitch, not even if you wanted when it's supposed to   Bitch I'll have your whole block haunted   Flaunt us like the beans in your chilli, we all know the really really   Monoxide slap your girlfriend silly   Big Willie get your throat cut and left bleeding   While my homeboy's banging your girl, while ya leaving     [Chorus x2]  Come on, we on another page   (Everybody dies)   Come on, we on another page   (Everybody dies)     [Bushwick Bill]  What ya looking at, where ya bitch at?   I'll make her bounce on till the back's up   Thinking you're something that your other playas tap off   Holes in your stomach, till your whole waist snap off   Pour on some 'nac, bite the bottle cap off   Hate it with a passion when a bitch nigga act off   Ride on ya hood everyday and never slack off   Never let it get squash, never let it slide   Die mothafucka, die mothafucka, die     [Anybody Killa]  Flip through a couple pages, looking into my background   All you see is the dead around   Daddy always said there'd be days like this   Now daddy's dead and gone cause he was granted his only wish   I can't believe all the drama when it comes to death   Ain't nothing you can do but pay respect   Slip into the afterlife, feeling light as a feather   Everybody dies, so quit acting like you livin' forever     [Chorus x2]  Come on, we on another page   (Everybody dies)   Come on, we on another page   (Everybody dies)