the grave, aflame Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind Smitten by her read delight My words alight like leave of sin Stepping through
da through the 9-7 As we tip toe to the 9-8 As we dip da through the 9-7 As we tip toe to the 9-8 As we dip da through the 9-7 As we tip toe to the 9
raw, bitch your face to the floor For la familia, that's what I'm doing this for Go through Hell to reach the heavenly doors I'm in it to win it, gotta
This for all of y'all that keep on raisin hell Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young
mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even [edited] Will go and ride with me Through the levels of hell
Scorching heat brings tears to my eyes As I follow the shadows Down below through the moonlit abyss Riding the winds of damnation Posessed by the hell
slivers of my life...floating, still soaring in space... And spirits of Bee hives even they find a resting place. As I wander through my crystal ball, I suddenly ride
of Cali, P-Town, West up! What's your waitin for, tottoo it up I represent the crew, with that Voo Doo What you gonna do, when we come through for you
niggas when it's real say word to Shawn my niggas If I should die *echoes* Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas in the middle
niggas when it's real say word to Shawn my niggas If I should die *echoes* Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas in the middle of
from the grave, aflame Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind Smitten by her read delight My words alight like leave of sin Stepping through
Jacken:] A never-ending war descending us all, epitome of enemy brawls Send you to Hell and through heavenly doors Lebanese arms to sever the devil, heavenly