Lyrics:
in the nights
It's best to never act hard mind your business in this life
Cuz when you living by the sword
You're bound to end up getting sliced
Now
getting raped but I don't talk about it
Momma said I'm great but she ain't honest 'bout it
So in other words you know I got a lot I'm doubting
Let you know
never crow
Come on man, don't be so harsh Just let me know where it's at
No, you little rat
Come on, let me speak
Can we all just have peace?
Not as long
think this a blessin'
What makes you think that
You see, I'ma tell you somethin'
They always want you to, you know these rappers
All these singers all
of the living God
I will never be struck down by the Devil's rod
You know that we will never be struck down by the Devil’s rod
You know that we will never be
To the boogie-oogie-oogie
Yeah, you know, what's crackin', Dre?
Just let me lay back and kick some old simplistic pimp shit
On Slim's shit, and start riots like Limp
To the boogie-oogie-oogie
Yeah, you know, what's crackin', Dre?
Just let me lay back and kick some old simplistic pimp shit
On Slim's shit, and start riots like Limp
Maybelline
Or maybe it's made with lean
Baby keep praising me
But watch what you say to me
The devil work faithfully
So it's one up Top
Mans bet not Hesi
If
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
know I did it
(Did you do it?) You know I did it
But I backed out quick because I thought I split it
They come with the rough stuff, boy we hit it,
Monsters gon' tear it up
You, you, you gon' make that 100 racks so we gon' split a half right here
Just like that, huh, just like, just like
(You know we got)
Many styles, many styles (You know we got)
Many styles, many styles (You know we got)
Many styles, many styles (You know we got)
16
fiz-ind out?
How can ya fuck a playa, playa haters better listen close
If you try to buck me, bitch, I'm outie with your fucking soul
Yes, the devil's
don't know karate, but I know crazy
You'd better ask somebody
And when I do dirt, jerk
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
[Yo-Yo]
I'm the type of girl
Welcome to the land of myth, Maybe you might know my Friends
Careful smokin' gas in here, some Of them explosive and there's to Much damn petroleum
be, if you don't try to see
The beauty inside you, ya know you'll split in two
Why you feel like, hiding your light
Running around, with no where
memories
And forces me to answer thee
Here thou find me naked
So that I fall humiliated
Under thousand strokes
Of all these devils, they know how to whip
down I run em down I
Driving by I idle slow punk bitch look
There he is I told you so, I told you he would be alone
Devil rides and he controls, he stay
Yeah you brought it up again
Now we're more than just friends
Until there's feelings
Dont you know who's heart you're stealing
You made a devil out of me
that dead guy there
Lay that nigga body out
Make sure that you kill 'em
Make sure that you split 'em
Make sure that you-
Yeah
Baow, yeah, boom,
I make bitches kiss in the low
We don't let you know cuz you homophobe
Cant mind ya business but claim you grown
I just speak real but yo language
the game n' shit
But the devils trying to change up
My lane n' shit
But I'm Ghost
It can be the lamest shit
By the same old kid
But you niggas still ain't
sick.
Devil's blood
My how you swore to stand by her
Oh devil's blood
She claimed she needed to numb the hurt
Mmm devil's blood
You took her love
(by the way you're moving)
You win this time I know when I'm losing
You're paradise I know that I'm not fooling nobody I
Wanna be on your body ah
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