Condos, Beemers, bomb hoes, coke bags, toe tags, John Does Fiends skits them into the plane of day, as plain as day It's hard to reach, to smell God anyway Money, think backdrop payin' gray
gray inside [Revelation 3:16] And I know that I need saving, can You save me? [Psalm 130:1-8] Take me away to where You are [John 14:3] Cause I won't
: (with Elton John) [instrumental for the first 0:19 of this song] {*thunderstorm with rain fall in the background*} {*piano plays softly leading up
re tyin your shoe But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's Occupied by the twins, bank robbers with large records Hard vest-es, '86 ga-ga John{?} Benatar rockin
column with a double fist chop OJ got jugular slit-stop Jerry Garcia heart attack Frank Sinatra hammer whack Bloody beatdown Cardinal Syn Syn Warriors were chopped at chin Gray
is life [Killah Priest:] Tear sprinklers, closed coffins and liquor bottles Cups of sorrows, brush off tomorrow Lost love, no luck, Greyhound bus Blow gray
: [feat. Rance Allen, Marvin Winans, John P. Kee & Isaac Carree] Gather 'round and let me tell you 'bout Jesus See this world, they don't know nothing
their silk suits to lay down their bets I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell
you gray as hell You off the hook cause punk you ain't pay your bills Redman, a truth nigga, put my name on it Gilla House, die harder than John McClane
fly guys with gems Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga
, good wood packer Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster Platinum Patron splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha I call it rich ignorant laughter Black American Express card all gray
won't dissolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop 'Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock, Sean John
get mine then after that I'm completely done with rap, you cats can have it back Heaven hammering sport thoughts for the winter Summer thoughts for the winter These long john
' young, you gray as hell You off the hook cause punk you ain't pay your bills Redman, a truth nigga, put my name on it Gilla House, die harder than John
this song So you know who you are, you know you were wrong No, I was not in that porn 'On Golden Blonde' Got it going on, more James Bond than Sean John
fly guys with gems Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way
desolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Thug tip from Sean John jury I got