up in this bitch From the o.p's and all down to the eastwike Even flat joe's and even the lingwood is all hood For the christ your all driving is all
they lights Raindrops symbolizing God is saving the life The sun shining so they say the devil beatin his wife The body bloody underneath the sheet is waitin for Christ
kid out, don't let him get up Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up It don't mean nothin' to me, to me Ayo, kill one of mine, I'mma kill one of
TV raising kids in the new era and i don't see a profit that prophecies it clearer day in of CHRIST came back they'll probably kill him crucify him twice
way, Is that my accountent sitting there?, I'll kill myself, Is it?, looks just like my accountent, I don't think it is my acountent, Thank christ! Excuse
] look at the pants that i hit for 650 but i aint trippin th0e up in my gl0us and i bet you g0ne see exspensive th0e fr0m chicag0 i kill em with tha
i-i can make bed rock i-i-i-i can make your bedrock she got that that good good shes michael bad and i attracted her with her attracted ass and now we murderers because we kill
Amber waves of grain bow in the prairie wind I'm hearing Willie singing on the radio again That song from 9/11 keeps ringing in my head I'll always remember something Chris
, listen We get our jewels from the Diamond District Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK The brave, the great The Eastside nigga, the Empire State Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill
you, Starting to fly. Let's explore Up there, up there, up there, On the twenty-fifth floor. Circle all around me, Coming for the kill, kill, kill Oh kill
you, starting to fly Let's explore Up there, up there, up there on the twenty-fifth floor Circle all around me Coming for the kill, kill, kill, oh, kill
chase you away You'll come back and settle this, you can do no wrong You're looking a lot like Mother Mary Yeah, you talk a lot like Christ You taste
tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up Make a lot of money, and look bummy and what Cause money aint shit, respect is everything So if I kill niggas
Holy Christ, I leave rappers' souls as cold as ice I'm like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin' men to mice Breakin' the law, city urban tower without
dough Hold your toaster low, business never personal Just some words to know, if you run the streets Come in peace or leave in pieces Even Jesus was killed
try to be brave And not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid That why I rise from the grave singing church songs like I was Je-sus Christ
(instrumental) It kills me to see you cry, Even more when I tell a lie. And it's always something I do To you baby. And I'm so sorry, for all the things
first time I grabbed the mic Niggaz smokin' burner, ready to fight I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland where the real kick it You might get killed