beyond the clouds Something heavy coming down tonight It's in my blood It was a bright night When my soul went out of hell It's in my blood Feel I was
s juice and gin Next thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet She's kicking and screaming, begging for me to fucking stop it Look, you know it's
for my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew Where one hand watches the other No we ain't blood But we still
guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard s**t In case you don't know, I let my pump go Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooohhhhhh!) Yay's still livin' the crime route Dilver my dimes out, when TNT outta call it time out. {DAMN! } [explode] I blow four charges if I do-own (come on!) My
And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin' It's all about perfect timin', feel me it's about perfect timin', hear me What's on my muthafuckin
your homicide Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by, Boogie Nikke's on a night ride Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my
the thuggish ruggish T's St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's And a buck to all my enemies [Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x5] We
if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my trench, and then click it Now, nigga, it's rippin
Police on my draws, i had to pause And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game Easy muthafuckin E or Eric Wright it's
we be, fucked up fool, drunk, blowed, bent When it's time to pay my rent My money's damn near spent I know I'm fucking up my lungs My liver ain't 'bout
proupon Yeah... Im talkin out of my head, I make a blue eyed bitch Just admire my red Ima blood mothafucka, a blood mothafucka Forever like ETC period mothafucka Drake:(Chorus) It
" [Verse 2: Elzhi] Yeah, this shit's got me doin real thinkin I heard a phone [phone rings], I put my hands on it, answered it, it's still ringin And
My baby mama's not dead (uh-uhh) she's still alive and bitchin (yup) And I don't have herpes, my dick's just itchin It's not syphilis, and as for being
do no interviews Blood's on my tennishoes, win or lose I'm finda smoke a ounce of kush Fuck George Bush Still on the block where it's hot murders
blow your pussy out your pants It's the wicked shit. It's E and J. It's hotter than Hell And every Devil's Night, we hunt them down and slaughter D12
my mind I tried suicide 4 or 5 times Tryed to take a whiff into wrist but it didn't work And it seems I'm the only one that's gettin' hurt Now I gotta
raise in New York City The home of the Yankees, the Jam Master Jay's and the Biggie's Ralph Icey's, Jet mags, cops surveillance, it's high tech Our appearance