' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didn't
woods Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my
, now get yo' camp on Choke hold around this shit 'cause I'm so hands on I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on Back against the wall and my
The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' law Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or Bounce on the Devil
your my devil your my angel, your my heaven your my hell, your my now your my never, your my freedom your my jail, your my lies your my truth, your my
Joe but I stood my ground bitch, I get it up myself you just put it down they say I put my whole on display, to my dismay stop it, you carry-in on without
it You're dangerous I'm lovin' it Too high, can't come down Losing my head Spinning 'round and 'round Do you feel me now? With a taste of your lips, I'm on
of hell Traveled some crooked roads and got some stories yet to tell I?ve shot up with the junkie in piss stench halls Broken bread with the devil, fallen on my
on my mind Girl I gotta say We're partners in crime You got that certain something What you give to me Takes my breath away Now the word out on the street
broke to fix Said, "Daddy get you gone, I'm missing my baby Still missing my baby" I was stitched up by the hands of fate Said, "How you gonna make it on
devil until the day he died When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze Oh, 1940 to 1992-- Gravedigger When you dig my grave could
me Told me if he should decease well then Please bury me by my gran, gran and when you can, come follow me God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
re the f-cking coldest Intelligent too ooh you're my sweetheart I've always liked my women book and street smart Long as they got a little class like half days And the confidence to overlook my
, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that Lettin' the devil get in, to the pen, devils pretendin' to be friends We was taken by that snake in the grass Should
Oh, so wrong, oh, so wrong Gotta hold on, gotta stay strong, when the day comes Better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on (Lean on) Hey, and
' on that ecstasy I feel so zigidy, zigidy, zigidy and we rollin' on that ecstasy And we rollin' on that ecstasy and we rollin' on that ecstasy And we rollin' on
head-on collisions Is blockin' my visionary skills Get back to the mission to pay my own bills Stay on point and I guard my own grills Skills I'm possessin