Lyrics:
say don't touch face & wash your hands
Not with just water, use soap for 20 seconds
Good
Cause most y'all don't care
Seen you leave a bathroom like
killing kids just touching ten
Then when a bomb goes off, every politician's lost
Like that last strike that didn't kill a hundred men
You ain't the same
the beginning plans to wipe us out the first Adam
He tricked his wife it was a snare before sin had them
Damage done now fixed by the second Adam with power
Lo to the young niggas I know already
I go back like recline, no need for rewind
Still run through flat-bush like the D-line
Usually just the ten
[Chorus: x4 Krayzie Bone]
There's always something you got to give up (Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want (But shit I don't know, I
avoided thread yet
Let me catch you huffing spores and snorting death your crumpled core
Leave you on the morgue floor bored of breath
And when i cry dry
blessing
Than to live in His presence
Everyday, every second
Every hour every minute
Why you spend it sinning?
Said you gave your life to Christ
But you
We used to be number 10, now we're permanent one
In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm pistol nozzle hits your nasal,
Blood becomes luke
step with
If I rise up then I prove that your breakfast 21 seconds but only the best bit
Man's too smart, and dumb to be tested Next up, brother, but
(come on over)
By the house so we can get it going
Don't act like that bitch, cause I know you hoein
Could you bring your friend, the one that both like
shotgun pellets and squeezin'
They be knowin' your house plans 'cause her mouth ran
40 grand up inside of the Maxwell House can
The key is loyalty, never
fingers I squeeze see and the cannons is bust
Them bullets blow by you breezy like a midsummer gust
It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup
Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up
draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape
cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup
Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up
draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape
and confessions
Though I can't put the blame on you for my angst and depression
You put the dagger through my soul
I been wounded by your transgressions
Count
get paid, speak how I feel
I wake up, murder, death, kill
Stop me by the ATM
I'm about to withdraw five thousand
Little nigga never seen five thousand
slangin rocks
and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props
You gotta split a top, on the regular
or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your
of only heaven when I always prayed hard...
they were delusions
But the very second that I heard your name God...
I was only human
As I walk through
scrambling for direction
Safety by numbers with following
Instead of trusting one's own instinct
Now come down hill
Let's seal the deal
Start with death
now show us your backside
It's time to fist you to totally save your life
"Hang on a fucking second, this is just a ploy to rape people, isn't it?!"
You
finish this beat and then
I'll give you all the attention and to your feelings I'll tend,
Baby, you're a ten
You were sent straight from heaven,
We crossed
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
by the way you bitch)
(I actually got beef this time bro) I'd watch yo back before I beat your ass cndre
Keep talking smack bro
(Lil Log):
Wait, you
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