Lyrics:
She was by your side
Now ya' died
Now the demons ride
Look into her eye's
Feel the fire hidden deep inside
She was by your side
Now ya' died
Now
counter to avoid small talk encounters
cnd it's flashing red and the lady says “Oh sorry, that ones dead”
By now I need a wine, grab a bottle for 3.95
dear
Why are we not on that list?
I thought by walking a red light
That would get me there
Or by skipping a few steps
On my tax affairs
But a kid
the surface of my red carpet
These are distress signals spanning you and I
Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization
A galaxy called
they say the real niggas never die
I swear my niggas would do bids to spot a nigga dead
I went by baby G80 three, it was candy red
I put that there my
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Surrounded by green ferns
Still, a cozy and scenic place to die
Lately, I've been flying high
Then, I guess, I
from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings
Choose your weapon -- A FATALITY
Line your crew up now -- BABALITY
In nineteen ninety-six bitch ass niggaz all in my mix
On some rah rah shit, get my
Red's gone wild
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit
Gilla nigga, and we abide by
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red
state line
Tanked up and bullet proof
They couldn't give a monkey's
Damn if he didn't hide the money in a drum case
Pack 'em up, hit em up, do
every time
The devils that I recognize, most of them got pretty eyes
Titties and some plans of just gettin' by, that's the way they live or die
Easy
that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, wears old MacHeath, babe
So there's never, never a trace of red
a trace of red
On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin'
Lies a body oozin' life
Someone's sneakin' round that corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
gotta have another try
Rushin' by the blood red tide (alone in my window)
Can't swallow and my mouth is dry (alone in my window)
I just can't grip
I came in this world by myself, so I don't need no friends
I'd rather have it this way, it's okay, it's okay
You muh'fuckers gon' respect me, 'cause
There's an intruder in my house
He cut my phone line, can't dial out (shit)
I scream for police, but I doubt
They're gonna hear me when I shout
He sat down on the bank and wrote this four line refrain
And I recall that song by John Dillon James
Well, I got my ticket for the ride in the sky
and the flying fish
But he's been enchanted by the pictures
From the satellite dish
So his mama packs his bags, knots his red neck tie
Sends him north to her
Christmas Day
The Friday black get in line and stay
You gone need all the money that you can save
Just inching along make it day by day
For the toys that
game is so cold
Saints & Heathens
Live by the code
That's all that we know
Angels & demons
Beauties & Beasts
Bitches & hoes
Prisons & prescients
Stay
my guns from Cali it come stock ten
We not living by them lines we got Glocks in
Everything that I keep got extensions All my plugs got lines I'm
I feel it
Can I open my eyes
Or am I hallucinating
My heart is overwhelmed by this
Between the lines with your hand in mine
I think this moment
To decimate the non-worshipping
A book of fiction at the front line of our demise
Killed by God or the seven-headed beast
The fires will multiply
Fueled by
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