Do I just wait for Your devils to move in? Blaming me for your death While you rest in peace I am marked for life And the peace I crave Is a fool's
Chorus: Every where we gooo, every where we gooo People want to knooow, people want to knooow What we here fooor, what we here fooor We thug walkin',
the spirit of God lives in us You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle Or am I just a product of pop fizzin' up For shizzle my whizzle this
a giver or remember I was selfish Will they say I was a sinner or pretend I was a saint Will I go down as a winner, what's the picture they gon paint
a ball and a hell of a time down here at Gutfest this year Uh, you can hear behind me now, that's uh, I think they're called Blue Death Just one of ten
to God, one verse is like a full choir My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death
yo what's all bust from jail, a mink A pound of the real, a 37 inch link Money in the bank, a Coup to match it I was released like a boss mis-acting
) Madchild: Shane's brain a hurricane, it's a death march, Never let your dream die, thats the best part Stormrider man I snap like a pit Axe murderer
In the A-Wing, we're gray things, petrude from my gray rings My collection of strange things include A barrel delivering like a Winchester in a pool
A, coincidence everything is the same That a message in the music ain't a part of the game A, coincidence that we livin a lie A, coincidence that we only
stronger than Elisha that backslap The ass like your father why bother? Would any care for Lyrics I sling from my mic with cease your laughter Mind of a bachelor to a
want to touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin Then the gangsters are resting forever See a solid four, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know
of Shyne Poe Puttin' it down, cuttin' it up and cookin' it now It's been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta words For lack of a betta words Speculations
How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
okay Have a good time, son And good luck finding your way out Wait a minute, I don't like it in here Hey, wait a minute, let me out of here Let there
There's a call that rings for the one who sings to those now gone astray Saying come ye men and your load of sin there at the altar lay You don't seem