man made devil You've got blood on your hands You've got blood on your hands You've got blood on your hands You've got blood on your hands Behind a
blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case niggas slice your throat Wear your
the average though Jet you through the fast lane drop ya on death row 'Cause anybody who's been there knows that life ain't so lovely On the blood-soaked
t my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle Now everybody's got my baby Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy "it's your
don't see none, You made it rain where, I don't see a one, Go on get it off, that's what they like to hear, Get your money pimp, we don't fight it here
Gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds Gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds Gimme, gimme this, gimme, gimme that Silver guns to drip old blood
go swiftly, they started calling him sissy One punch turned into fifty, they beat him till he was dizzy Now Alberto lie in blood while his peers look on
way? God would reply, "Son you got to show them your more then just gay" See, he had dreams of being a track star until the night The gay jokes went
blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it My life's no joke, I done played dice with Tote Upstate for cakes, niggas slice your throat We had
killas You better vill this Be the witness To the coldest When I hold this dick They break camp When I flow this Einstein go the ill route Throw up your hands
heat is on nigga now it's on Now it's on Now it's on Now it's on Now it's on Now it's on Now it's on Now it's on Now it's on Now it's on ...
and elliott ness You better be protected My barrel starts ejectin Reflectin on your past life as you pass through On your way to your second life, bitch
blue Didn't know how he'd made it through the hard times He bought our house on the GI Bill But it wasn't worth all he had to kill to git it He drank
the right With hands full of blood He talks about peace With snake poisoning tongue he's praying El Salvador and Vietnam You soon fast forget But you satisfy on
Saw I had one final bullet left My hand, it looked almost human As I raised it literally to my head Drop your weapon and come on out Keep your hands above your
to all within my reach To tell what really goes on from cells to the streets Now in LA as you know there's a war going on And it's been going on since
to drip old blood let's give this established joke a shove we're gonna wreak havoc on this rancid mill i'm searchin' for something even if i'm killed... (
