Songtexte:
Odds The Little Death

People will tell you where to go So I've heard it said I laid down to take a little nap But there was wet concrete in my bed Now you're hanging out your

G, because how the odds are looking, its either him or me. So I loads up the strap and I step cause my brain cells are dead and all I think is death.

to death rather than talk you to death 'Cause listenin' is like livin' when yo' talkin' is death So y'all better start readin' before you start bleedin' And the odds

and his wife He lost his life struggling over a gun give a damn what he done that my muthafuckin folk and I love that nigga til death no muthafuckin

'bout a damn thang, a damn thang And don't you worry 'bout a damn thang And don't you worry 'bout, a damn thang Wid all odds, against us When the guard

there's beef I'ma ride and won't slide 'til I'm debtin you (P swallow your pride), my pride ain't edible Fuck with my life, I'm stressin your death Cut

down Yeah, yo, odds even, said shoot Asked me the reason, and I said loot Man that's all I'm here for, therefore When death declares war, you know what

They say the odds against me are crooked and impossible Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle I was left to die by the doctors in the

little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto