can't be placed in between none "Even in Darkness", I radiate this fiction It's so bold you could smell that funk with a cold It's unbelieveable, bare
(featuring 9th Prince, Islord) [Intro: RZA/Bobby Digital] Yo, yo, fuck what you think Fuck what you think [Chorus: RZA/Bobby Digital] It's about what
die Riffles and .45's 17-shot 9's Right up between your eyes Niggas is gon die Niggas come from the pound Hummers and S-S's Born to be a killer Fill
pull up in the gucci one First you get that money then them bunnies and them cucci come The Fans Make The Groupies come You lame prolly do for sum I come through your hood in that S
s doin his thang? Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump Baggy sweatsuits, mystery what's underneath
it don't stop, so keep on flippin your Glock Whether it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not That's how it
to take it backwards" - backwards*} I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of funk Love the way my
qui me ressente, qui a baigner dans mon son a baigner dans mon sang ! R.O.H.2.F !!! La hagra du rap francais !!! 9.4 !!! Nique le rap game ! Ceux qui
they backs And bamas clapped a little more, from Tec 9's to 44's Selling drugs or pimpin whores cause we hated being poor Life's a war ghetto children
hatas what the Turf is worth showin love to his folks, and tryin to make a dolla "Here's a blunt, let's get smoke" that's what I heard him holla even
it's cold heart. [Chorus x2] [Verse 14: Dru Down] We use no parinoia or dedication to our paper it's so deep the paraphanalia to the Mobb love to
private plane [Chorus x2] [Beretta 9:] Tempted by your voluptious ass, yo, it's sicker, mama Choose you over family and cash, yo, almost love the drama
niggas get high but 9th Prince go higher, yo My album is hot fire [Chorus x2] [Outro: Tash Mahogany (9th Prince)] (This is the bottomline) 9th, this