Lyrics:
Nickel-nine nigga, floss you die quicker (uh-huh)
Did fed time outta town pie flipper
Turn Cristal into a crooked-I sipper
Everybody want to be fast, see
get the money pain is the fuel
Pain while we ride, pain make me do
[Chorus]
Money is a must on these streets by the duffle bag
Garbage bag,
ninety nine
Is the point of time
The month is July
When millions will die
By the devil from the sky
[Lead: Malmstrom]
The prophet has predicted
on
I know how to work switches on bitches (uh uh)
Now bring it (down) come on, come on
It's a natural re-flex, to need sex
pop some e-x, greed tech,
hands rip the heart out
First victim of the dead
Shattered is his head
Dead must be fed
Blood spills from his throat
As his corpse still tries
a must that I kill him
If it's time available at the shrink, man I need to spend it
'cause now I see the chair rockin, but ain't nobody in it
know what im saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, [yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we
This is my haiku
The sick pedophile
Touching beautiful kiddies
Really gonna die
I think the world needs more light
'Cause what they do in
pain
And I'm prayin that one day you feel all of his love
That's all I know, straight live by that
And I'm 'bout that life, I die by that
Believe
he called his wife
Your neck will meet the knife
Iron shall end your life
By the flash of the blade
You lose your head
Your neck will meet the knife
Reporting live from where reporters die
Newscasters coming too early
Witnessing homocides
Pearly gates forming in the sky as we
Wait for your suit
heads swollen
Mystikal slippin' and on the
Pavement you get laid
Light up through ya ho
I'mma grab you by them dookey braids
Put'cha head down, cuz I
the shit, but they just better keep they head on
You play, you die, but on this side
We call it, "Dead wrong"
I'm sending prayers to the sky, my nigga dead
of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce?
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backin' down? You must be out
It don't take a lot to keep a nigga hard
Must be a lady in the light but real freaky in the dark
Plus I got some enemies, baby, hold my pistol
eyes
God's liberation confronts Satan's plan
Satan serves himself
An act of selfish gain
Lucifer will die by the hand of God
I will do what I must
Die
to be nursed by you
It must be like heaven for a man to be admitted by you
Doctor, sweet, come close to me; use your stethoscope to see
Hear my heart, its
Shey na kayamata
Omoboy wan die for your matter
Egbami o
My head been dey scatter
You don mash up my oblagata
I gat to know
Baby girl come closer
I
a ship In the sky
Sailing by Sailing by
& I know if I try
He will always stand by
If I should laugh & cheer
I'll know he's here
He's like E.T. if you're
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
up,the scream of the bike
You must step aside
I'm a wicked machine in the night
I'm livin',I'm ridin'
Addicted to leather and speed
Live fast - Die young
W-i-double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
What more can I say?
out, and many go again
Many ways to make money in the streets
So many come
Many die young ‘cause the ghetto’s many guns
Harlem days, Harlem nights
Path
Intro/Chorus:
No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy - do we bring it real e'rytime?
No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your
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