The demon inside with my crucifix So it's into the coffin, use the torch And then we put the remains into His sister's grave, right? Yes, let it be done
crucifix" [Doctor:] "So it's into the coffin, use the torch and then we put the remains into his sister's grave, right?" [Priest:] "Yes, let it be done
" [Doctor:] "So it's into the coffin, use the torch and then we put the remains into his sister's grave, right?" [Priest:] "Yes, let it be done"
with another verse Everybody see the way I be going and going How I do it Niggas the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do We knowing how I be
mother nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation Fuck
come right out of these clothes You can finally Feel the wind when it blows Don't be scared to be free to let go Show it off Feeling like letting go
just come right out of these clothes You can finally feel the wind when it blows Don't be scared to be free to let go, show it off Feel like letting go
would just come right out of these clothes? You can finally feel the wind when it blows Don't be scared to be free, to let go, show it off Feel like
Nature It's all in the family but I am of no relation No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation Fuck that
Ackowledge it, leave bodies ******* in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us roll up and try knockin' us One knee I ducked, could it be
's everywhere, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) I got rubies on my Uzi's and gems on my Mack 10's Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just
Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong 'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here Everybody let's sing along, now c'mon
the South I got the diamonds in my mouth [Z-Ro] Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go
better study harder cause I feel like we done found another tune (tune) They gon' try to to be like Muddy Waters, I'ma be the man howlin at the moon (
day R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK until It ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the real Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dust We
my nigga, pray my nigga (Have I seen you somewhere before, my sisters? Through a mangy rain, save the king of us Let's get rid of the different but the
