They told me J.Prince runnin' the south And I'm beast from the east, that'll come and put a gun in your mouth I got bricks for days, dicks to make a bitch
Get the vests; get the vests Word up, grab your nines Crazy head get out there God Blast that nigga hard It's all real over here Killa Sin, 9th Prince
And When I Smash she like Kaz You want me to kiss you Now, Turf bitch ain't really got shit No Xxo Chanel or Austress Eat month specials the days she
want money in large amounts, my garage full of cars that bounce Movin my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts Bustas is jealous and half
a runaway I hide my dreams in a special place I'm waiting here for my prince to come to save me from the darkness i count the nights i count the days
: (Marius and Cosette lead a wedding procession) CHORUS Ring out the bells Upon this day of days! May all the angels Of the Lord above In jubilation
the feast of the blood with sin, unleash the beast within I walk around, with the strength, of a hundred men You best to run before I count to ten