(verse 1). Unselfishly died on Calvary. Oh how you gave your life for me. Bruised, scorned, crowned your head with thorns,. No greater love performed, for me..
I was so pressed and pulled on every side. I couldn't get no rest and couldn't see no end in sight. I needed God to pull me through, someone to show me what to do tired of being blue yeah, yeah ummmm......
[verse 1]. Ahhhhhh, necro!. Yo, the most morbid overdose off it. Like cindy crawford's baby comatose in the coffin. I'm awful, often unlawful. Crack you with a softball in your skull.
(necro). . Verse 1. . Turn this shit up real fuckin loud. Drinkin the bile out your pancreas the fanciest cancerous talkin lyricist pack a shank on the hips.Your a Skanky bitch slit your rist clitoris if your inhibited I'll piss in your syphilis Incubus. Mr. Death Dr.Demise Surgeon slice.You'll die really slow if you don't appreciate life.Your wack if you don't appreciate knives the way a knife slices precice it's trife it's a demonic device..
[Verse 1]. Yeah my mafia's like a posse of soldiers trooping through Bosnia. Body ya to bury ya with a hundred bodies on top of ya. Your life's expired, you're on the floor dead with ya' arms out like ya tired.
Corny Niggas they comin for me. Yellin at me. Runnin at me. Mink coats. Pink Throats. Weak quotes. Blow Holes. Anti-Dope. Filthy notes. playing part. never sharp.
Younger than springtime are you. Softer than starlight are you. Warmer than winds of June. Are the gentle lips you gave me. . Gayer than laughter are you.
One two we don't stop. C'mon c'mon we won't stop. We won't stop you don't stop. . You already know that I am the man. and I'm always right and never wrong.
YOUR LIFE - SHAGGY 2 DOPE. . Your karma... Its all about karma... (x2, then another x2 in background of next line). . Your life, your life, your liiiii...i-iiii...i-ife.
[*Joe Budden ad libs*]. . [DJ On Point - talking over Joe Budden]. This shit right here in called Young Niggaz. Shout out to my nigga Ron Browz on the beat.
This is it, dope from the fly kid. The Ice mic is back with the high bid. Suckers you've lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't. You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot.
{Before I go, I'd like to say a few things. This album was completed on January fifteenth, nineteen ninety-one. By now the war has probably started. And a whole bunch of people have probably died.
Man f'real I love bein' from the Dirty South man. It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today. The grinder, the baller, the gangster I am today man.
Black-Ty, David Banner, Lil Scrappy. Down South what you scared of, nigga what!. . As soon as I walked in the club. I start lookin' for a girl who suck dick like she made it up.
Hello it's mister David Banner. Y'all get you beat up i suggest that you don't kiss her. .. don't eat her. I run the MC's in this bitch in my adida. I was chosen to expose where you chose as a leader.
Hey baby, hey baby, hey. . Hey there young man. It seems like your sight's been blinded. Oh, how I wish you could see. The very life that you're lived been tailored by many.
You are mighty, You are Holy. You are awesome in Your power. You have risen, You have conquered. You have beaten the power of death. . Alleluia, we will rejoice.
You fat ass pudgy muthafucka. Yeah, what's up now nigga? You ain't no muthafuckin' [Incomprehensible]. . How you gon' start some shit with the shit starter?.
Y'all ready to do this shit?. . Bust 'em. . When I was young I had the lust to pull the trigger. And make change out a 5-dollar-ass nigga. And as time went on, I gained much love.
You can get the gat for this. And you can get the gat for that. . [Chorus]. Niggas wonder why S-P-I do or die. I don't give a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin' high.