Forever I'll be here OOOOh... the hell is here OOOOh... burning in the flames OOOOh... it's my fate OOOOh... forever Die is the price, that I'll
So I'ma be comin', be ready for the next shine 'Cause I'm a believer that I'll see a resurrection Don't believe that I'll burn in hell I study the scriptures
ain't shit compared to what I'm a give ya I'm born and raised in hell and bitch I'm sent here to kill ya I'm Rosemary's baby There's no more evil like
that Ia??ll burn in hell I study the scriptures and they learn me well No trippina??, no drippina??, no purgatory I dwell I sleep, I rest in peace a??til I
'Cause even the bitches carry guns Soon as I hit the scene, [unverified] Feelin' for a pistol but I didn't have no gun Come with original thugsta shit I be
't take the country out the boy, even with money I believe it was funny, I was deceivingly burning At the Four Seasons, all four seasons with Sunny But I'll be
that passed At last I could meet Christ, ask Him why the You died on the cross Here these stupid, they still lost I'll ask Malcolm, see what it was
a pencil I'm hell bent, Leave dents in the condenser, you can tell when, Mortar's been in the booth to rhyme, I don't scratch vinyl, I scratch up the
like it was [unverified] (Get you hype) Wherever I roll through the hood, givin' up [unverified] Hit the pound, stay real Nigga where the money be, I'm a be
Following you across the interstate walking away I'll fire on Following you across the interstate walking away I'll fire on Following you across the interstate walking away I'll
night, I'll be holdin' on tight... To a coooool rider, a coooool rider. If he's cool enough, He can burn me through and through. Whhoa ohhhh If it takes forever, Then I'll
magnolia's dying, long coarse and primitive I wish love, Lord, I wish love could live forever What I once saw burning bright as hell Now here comes that weird chill, I
didn't. Now I'm writing, but I'll finish what you just written. So uhm please, give me one minute to tell you how I feel when I go ill when I'm just spiting
balcony, that I could never be ok. When it broke us forever it all resembled TV. You know where you'll go when you leave here. You look tired with
I don't know why the flames still burn I hear you cry in dreams for lovers I don't know how - I could return I hear you cry - I hear you cry
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight, my
the media is not fooling me 'cause I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation I've got no room for a lie so verbose I'm looking out over my whole human
to end my career I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but I learned ta Keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated burner And squeeze, if I get front on
