I want to be true I like to walk And my way is my own You taught me how Don't you know what we found Brother maybe We're on holy ground Take your
hold it down, you know [Verse 1] It's a couple rappers that snitching (snitches) It's a couple rappers that's kissing (bitches) It's a lot rappers thats
did take no losses, Put 'em all in a coffin ya dearly departed, better off then [Wish Bone] Been labeled a pyschopath, Fall down with a buck and a
shrinks Midnight marauder, bodies are gettin' slaughtered Bring a cross and a bucket of holy water You'll still'a be cajoled, 'cause the motherfuckin' Gravediggaz Come up your body, just like a
Nigga eaters And I won't whimper till I'm gone Thug Life Running through my veins So I'm strong Ha ha ha Bye, bye, bye Lets get high and ride Oh,
I like to be As free As a bumble bee Take a zip of Every flower Free As a bumble bee What a way Each lazy hour What a good life Lying laid back Like
wor' and announce world. Like I'm teachers through yo speakers. You fuckin' wit a Tiger- Bit first. Burberry hur. Bird bath. Blood now, it's a vampire shirt. Ha ha ha
Llama, bring ha, ha, ha Extra extra bring the Da-Llama Verse a better one, then slice a versa God acre, massacre murdered Also known as a rap wrecka, not a
and your feet they help to nail you down Nail ya down, nailed, nailed, nailed They made you Christ to get ya nailed When you hover in the night like a holy
up the whole dime, as my seats recline I want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamole Makin Robin scream, "holy moley" Big Poppa, fuck a cape
And now with no further adue Allow me to introduce first Crackavelli The Boss has gotten worse (ha ha) Don't get the paremedic get a hurse Pull up to
Bring a cross and a bucket of holy water You'll still'a be cajoled, 'cause the motherfuckin' Gravediggaz ... up your body, just like a clepto Let's go
Nigga eaters And I won't whimper till I'm gone Thug Life Running through my veins So I'm strong Ha ha ha Bye Bye bye Lets get high and ride Oh, how
news intro] [KRS-One] That's right, on any beat we sail Don't put your money on bail, put it on full scale Ha hah! Never fail, KRS I'd rather have a
more than a rap, this is pure facts You see what's really good when you catch him by himself Dolly, I leave a fool holy like Jesus Christ It's a miracle
gotta hold it down, you know [Verse 1:] It's a couple rappers that snitching (snitches) It's a couple rappers that's kissing (bitches) It's a lot rappers
in heaven drowned in the holy blood of angels he screamed in blasphemous voice; I?ve crushed the heavenly paradise- ha! Silence surrounded him though he heard some beautiful moaning a
