Aiyo, slippery slurp slip, nigga, chirped off, two sniffs of cocaine. This motherfucker broke the glass in my whip. Try'nna dip on this twenty dollar bill, I had on my dashboard.
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood. . Uhh. Swiss beats (Uhh uhh). Nigga, ryde or die (uhh uhh uhh). DMX what what (uhh uhh uhh). . [ Chorus - DMX ].
O God, Father in heaven and earth. I call to You like deep calls to deep over water. Show me Your endless measure of grace. Let tender mercies shine once again.
Well, well. Well, well. Well, well. Well, well. . Come along, to another dimension. Not at all an impossible mission. No competition, no more to wait.
Now I aint lookin' for no love, just wanna chill. What one wont do, bet the next one will. Might swoop through and holla in my Coupe Deville. But thats only if I got some time to kill.
Friends around at home. I could be in the club. I'm addicted to your love. Addicted to your love. I like the way we touch. The way you back it up. I'm addicted to your love.
Showdown, Armageddon. Allah, yo, Akbar. . One to the chest, two to the back. Three to the face with my gat, gat, gat. Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard.
Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha?. Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?. Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha?. Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?.
Oh, yea, yeah. Really wish I could. (Wish I could). . If only someone could unbreak my heart. And come relieve my pain. If somehow I could wish upon a star.
"Niggas better see a nigga roll. Starch diamonds and I'm rollin on 84". Ay, ay, ay swang and I swang and I swang to the left. I pop my trunk and now she tellin me she's so impressed (yes).
[Chorus Chamillionaire]. All I feel is pain. Yeah thats what Im about. You hear it every time that I talk. All I got is pain. Im going insane I feel it in my veins.
[Lord Jamar - interpolation of Grandmaster Flash's "The Message"]. A child is born with no state of mind. Blind to the ways of mankind. God is smiling on you but He's frowning too.
Yo, what's up? What's up?. Yo, that's that kid from black sheep. Word G, shit, what's up? What's up man?. What's up? Let's do this. . What's up? Yo man.
What we gonna do right here is. Yeah, yeah, come on, come on. Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on. Check it out, check it out. Yo, yo, yo, who the fuck is that nigga rhymin' on the mic?.
Yeah, attention, attention. It's your boy big Snoop Dogg. Nephew, holla. . Like a flame in the dark girl you light up the room. No matter what's going on around me I'm only into you.
Break it down. . This is the year to make money and be chilling. This is the year to make money and be chilling. . Break it down. . This is the year to make money and be ch-ch-chilling.
Comin' from the playground. Take it straight back to the bricks. Yo Chris, tell 'em where it is. . Chillin', cooler den a squeak, kickin' dirt on my sneakers.
Everything is crisscross patterns turn. Mine on snap when the indo burn. Im livin wreckless. My killa cross over in the (?). Pushin coke from Fillmore to the projects in Texas.