for forgiveness. You watch your words behind that smashed face. I am that legion that kicked you down. I say when your ready to turn to dust. I will
Send to wreck and get a check Turn up your deck, this dope We iced up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos [Verse 6: Powda] Seven twenty fo' I be sacking
blood Trust me homie, you don't want to go to work for us I'll turn you hook to ashes And turn your burst to dust Tell me the difference between love
4] I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha...me too) Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun
Swizz Beatz [DMX] This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we started shit Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned
dick that feeds you. Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my Triple fuckin 6 in ya face
the rear burn Hollow point hit you so hard your body turned You have been advised don't fuck with wise guys Hypnotize rydaz 4,5 clips surprize I know
-Ball rollin' Courus (I was) Who Kickin' a**? (I was) Raised in LA (I was) Crusin down the street in my 6-4 (to much posse) Ridin Los Loses Lookin for Crenshaw Turned
my shit, know who you fuckin' with? Jay-hovah, 'fore I never got no play Now these bitches wanna give me more head than Sade Crisp in the 6 withcha
I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud of wings Arise arise from eyes from eyes And a number is sss6een is sss6een is sss6een
But I know exactly know how to find a bitch again I buck 'em off the table, a 4 and a 6 Money up, money down, who gonna fade me tricks Came a 6 and what
how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*) Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up, what That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*) Let's all kill a cop, and get
DMX This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit Hittin wit the hardest shit, 'cause before we started shit Wit kidz I knew my fuckin friendz all turned
[DMX] This is the darkest shit sparkest shit Hittin wit the hardest shit 'cause before we started shit Wit kidz I knew my fuckin friendz all turned
got the 8-Ball rollin' [Chorus] (I was) Whose Kickin' a**? (I was) Raised in LA (I was) Crusin down the street in my 6-4 Ridin Los Loses Lookin for Crenshaw Turned
wife love my shit, know who you fuckin with? Jay-hovah, 'fore I never got no play Now these bitches wanna give me more head than Sade (Say what?) Crisp in the 6
exactly know how to find a bitch again I buck'em off the table, a 4 and a 6 Money up, money down, who gonna fade me tricks Came a 6, and what I left
