I've been searching for some questions found in questions I don't know to ask All bottled up inside my head and never making any sense but now I understand
underground stock Around clock workers to serve us Responsible for many murders I left your town with all the gold pieces Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family's convict releases Payin' witnesses to hold they breath
you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight Have you ever danced with the devil in the
: [50 Cent] Disrespectful Anything, I let you breathe Now you're dead [Chorus: 50 Cent] There's no room without casualties End up in a wake when you
: It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be. Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe. His eyes have gone away, escaping over time
em back down, Poster child, Air Force Ones, with the checks, I'm supposed to wild sex, Money and murder is all I breathe in my life, It's full of judges
. The venom is contagious, beware of its spell what you thought would be heaven, turn's out to be hell. I wonder if she knows the devils taken off
that nigga talkin crazy I don't know, who to blame, him or {*censored*} killin babies I'm a New Jerz' Devil, the street, creative rebel Only got one
be, lost in my own mind To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome nines Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories Swore I saw the devil
I'm comin back like Jesus Bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases Lookin at my congregation so full of thug faces Momma gave a ni**a breath,
they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like a south paw you get let And every breath I breathe
Life break night. Drink till we fist fight. Life or death. But you can't win with a vest. But there won't be no breathing for the reason Punk bitch on your breath
of your soul all the perfect love that's in your soul You're just another spirit on parole you are devil's food You are devil's food you are devil's food
Last night I told the devil Last night I told the devil Last night I told the devil Last night I told the devil Last night I told the devil I told the devil
: A devil in a midnight mass, He prayed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky
: A devil in a midnight mass Who preyed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past I was told that the world wouldn't believe
information about nothin' Too much educated rap It's just like you told me, just like you said it would be The moon rising like wildfire I feel the breath
I can think my way out. I know it was all a big joke Whatever it was about. Someday maybe I'll remember to forget. I'm gonna get my coat, I feel the breath
