need a bad woman I need a super bad broad that's gone keep it coming It's time to hit it up, so she could eat it up She on the floor, she acting bad it's time to beat it up Because it's
writer's block but you stop 'cause the vine is empty Hip hop's not dead, it's really the mind of the Emcee It's all around me, it's Emcee Murdah, though
up the fare So Charming was the city with its profitable fair The inhabitants claimed it was the only heaven And said that only dreamers ever venture beyond its gates
one of a kind Self-made motherfucker that's enjoying his time On land, on air, on mics and on sea Let it all just be, good times on me It's California
much for any demon style to master me From the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets it's
you stand the third house Right beside the one with the gate I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his door *knock* Nigga this is the heaven
in fear We see it in their eyes [Chorus:] We're out, out of control Rockin' to hell And heaven's on fire We're out, out of control Rockin' to hell We
, stay behind The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate The whole Babylon, times up, move on Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes Opposed through the gate
I done ran through more checks than Frank Avedale [Chorus: Pete Rock] Yo, this goes out to DJ's and MC's Unlock real hip-hop, Rock holds the key Magnificent, Skillz on
it mean outta might, outta rhyme So I return to make it hot for those who cannot Smile down on me niggas, while I rock the spot Is there heaven for a
't feelin' it Yo, chef, turn it up so they know just who they dealin' with, what? It's the S O U L J A H Z, that's Souljahz, stop sayin' it like y'all
Chorus: My Lord is a rock in a weary land, weary land, weary land My Lord is a rock in a weary land A shelter in the the time of the storm Stop and
be chokin' on cock like Blow-Pops My flows hot, my glocks like a popular friend Sniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock till the popular says Merciful fate, we at the gates
of Eden, no gates or barbed wire Who knows, maybe gates made of pearls Well, if we go to heaven, and some say we don?t But if there?s a reckoning day
If they had a heaven for a gangsta Block parties all days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on
if they had a heaven for a gangsta Block parties all days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on
allows me to be something normal With the prefix of the abbot I can kill every monster if I gotta, that's that Rockin it, rockin it, clippership rockin
