Lyrics:
time to hold the line
Time for the devil to meet his demise
Time for two worlds to collide
Fiery darts are flamin
Devil determined to find a way in
Day
on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then
fire to the land yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Grab the word, it's time to go
Uh, yeah, yeah, we're setting fire to the land
Ah woah, woah
Put in work, it's time
guard... and finishing
("That's enough overdramatics. Give me that gun before someone gets hurt.
Stand by...")
With, uh, the beach woman clad in
[Verse - 3]
Up in my temple proceddin i'm waitin to taste your blood run throught my veins
And see you gasping out my name
You'll be sayin "psycho
throats
That's it
Never tell me that popping pills is a bad habit
I wanna be in the grave being eaten by maggots
Fuck you I cannot stand these faggots
Throw
repeatеd
But he needed not a reason
Making meaning in my shadow
Three headed demon
Fire blazed, head of arrow, I'm en route
No stops and layovers, spin out
I
hands
Told the jeweler, "Take my mans, ice him out, make it dance"
One-eighty in the Lamb', fuck around, break the trance
New coupe, two-hundred grand,
to lose you
Three people in this world I can't lose
And baby you ain't taking the bronze medal
When I'm with you you know I'm acting like a fool
But it's
to save the forsaken ones and to re-light the
dying fire.
The crowd was confused and divided in two, a battle was about
to begin.
Another man with
Talking shit while i explain my aim
If you weak teach your mouth to be trained
You faking niggas watering down the game
In my blood line I'm breaded
and J-Dogg higher than a ladder.
Call me Smoke Dog, can my blood be fatter.
Yo, me stop smoking, man, what's the matter, dog.
I'm just trying to chill.
Smoking
(gang, gang, gang)
W-E-T-T-O, cutthroat, store the M-3-0, man, your gang don't want the smoke
Still pissed at my daddy, that he nutted in my mama (fuck)
As history is getting written by the blood of innocent
And the rich are getting richer by the rules they have bent
As your guilt is getting sold
easy on your feet
Give a few hammers, a few semi's and a few snubs to a few crips,
Couple vampire's and true bloods
Gamblin' in casino's, have
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
that twelve don't get behind
You can see it in my eyes, I'm gone put it on the line
It's my first day in Atlanta, linked with Zay and got some fire
Boy
easy on your feet
Give a few hammers, a few semi's and a few snubs to a few crips,
Couple vampire's and true bloods
Gamblin' in casino's, have
Which I Entice
In My Infernal World All Wealth You've Sacrificed
The Clay Has Formed - It's Too Late To Meditate & Exorcise...
[III. Along
Though reality, most can't make a mill in a suit
So they jump off the porch, cause you can't chase a mill on a stoop
Blood lands through my hands like
truth
Until my demise
You wanna test my desire
Go ahead and throw me in the fire
Got a vendetta that I got to rid before I retire
While these other dudes
Fire
Like a rodeo
Like a, like a, like a rodeo
It's Banu
Went back west
With a lasso to a rodeo
Pull a gun fast
Don't get blood on my tuxedo
Diamond
There's a fire in the temple not started by man
But man was the reason, the wicked and the damned
Fought over your words, but the lines made no sense
Man dey grind allday
Sun up to sun down …
We live by the grace
we never go back down ….
I flip from ma pace
and I fall in the Grace
My
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