a single breath is all i need but i wanted to crush the desire in my fist it's not nearly the same terror grows inside me, i'm starting to see the
mind a single breath is all i need but i wanted to crush the desire in my fist it's not nearly the same terror grows inside me, i'm starting to see
Number One Assassin Third, Bizzy Bone AKA Rest In Peace Fourth, Wish Bone AKA Stratejacket nigga! [Chorus] Murda, murda, murda, murda [Krayzie] Sold my soul ot the devil
: Well as I rock-n-roll and sell yo' soul No sell out but still sold out a funky drummer I'll roll out and must hold out Until 1999 when my people expire
get fucked up, like ya mother, man Bad ass brotha with the mind of the devil Maximum overdrive, tryin to stay alive I sold the devil my soul for gold,
feel it's unhealthy, The devil creep around you so stealthy, stealthy 'Till you get bold, rush the gold, And before you're much older, You're soul is sold
dark there's a black stars Around the universal cosmic, lost Nassau's Somewhere there you'll find my raps but only head bars We gave the devil his time
to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold
ghosts who stroll, when I roll But they ain't gon' get in, though I'm sittin' alone in my window Little Eazy, bless his soul, it's so cold (It's so cold
Number One Assassin Third, Bizzy Bone AKA Rest In Peace Fourth, Wish Bone AKA Stratejacket nigga! (Chorus) Murda, murda, murda, murda (Krayzie) Sold my soul ot the devil
us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with K's Now we see through him like X-ray's, cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it's
's burnt out Losin weight and her legs and her stomach stickin out Knowin daddy's uptown in his work all around Keep your ear to the ground and your soul
children Yo Gabba Gabba, Amandine Jaguar Blow up your apartment if you don't observe the sabath I look the devil in his eyes, say abracadabra Then drown him in the mighty light, his
school to keep shit under cover All the while envisioning myself A champion of ghetto causes Plus his, game I was playing, and winning While sinning, against myself and soul
Passed through the absence of parentally hands to develop an evident level of benevolence so it's probably better I sold my sold to the devil This is
to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold and they eventually sold
' bad? Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass Now when times got hard You ran your mouth like a bitch Sold your soul to the devil
his head, this is what he said Gustavo... it's nice to see you, huh I said why the fuck did I get sacrificed? You sold my soul to the devil Now I'm livin