[Killah Priest] I see demons in the atmosphere Gats appear out of nowhere Bloods and Crips, we thuggin it Niggas be lovin that shit Bustin they guns at that shit Look at shorty over there On the street corner, pack a heat on her Better warn 'em, about to be dead soon I saw the sign in the red moon Got me shakin in my bedroom Nervous, what's our purpose? So many churches Ask a reverend, do black kids go to Heaven? Pack a gat for armageddon Mac-11's, nowhere I'm headin Sellin cracks in seven's BC, LK, neatha >From Bushwick to Bed-Stuy Got my moma on her knees by the bedside Man won't fair with a suit and a necktie
Chorus: [Sauldin]
Fallin from Heaven and Hell, spendin our days askin for Christ, to come and change our ways It's cold in the night, chasin the night... Oh, father forgive us for what we've done
[?] Minds flippin, gotta focus But to think I was in and out when I wrote this but my boom over rates people that's hopeless, copeless Things seem like they never change, strange, damn Like the night thang, pain inflictin my brain Damn, man, try to maintain My, my, my composure puffin on dolja Feels like the heart gettin colder Black Priest from soldier, knows ya Part, then I fold ya, hold ya If you choose to bang wit me, hang wit me do ya thang wit me but I see angel seeds flyin thru my mind Cryin doin my time
[Baracus] If all those forgive me for what I've done Live by the gun, die by the gun Screamin "bloody murder" Mo' murder, mo' murder, red rum, red rum My stun like Cofey You don't know my, I'm an O.G. Try to pop me, I'ma pop you Weddin day bitch, weddin die too
Chorus
[St. Nickolas] North, South, Mid-West, West, East Coast Wherever goin, keep the heat close Got some .45 slugs, make a nigga eat those If not, leave a nigga with some dead holes Throw his body in a deep hole Never fuck with no creep, oh Rose Cartel starrin the street show Finally layin back, shittin in a E-4 20, between the bread and the trunk Hand on the pump Ready to dump on any man for a lump Actin like a bitch, is you a man or a chump? Many niggas stand in the quicksand and they sunk Nicky Bomb, Rose Cartel, Killah Priest Masada rolls thru the streets of the Middle East Swingin the double-edged sword when we slay the beast Swingin the double-edged sword when we slay the beast What? What?
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Live by the gun, die by the 4-pound (x7)
[Killah Priest] I see demons in the atmosphere Gats appear out of nowhere Bloods and Crips, we thuggin it Niggas be lovin that shit Bustin they guns at that shit Look at shorty over there On the street corner, pack a heat on her Better warn 'em, about to be dead soon I saw the sign in the red moon Got me shakin in my bedroom Nervous, what's our purpose? So many churches Ask a reverend, do black kids go to Heaven? Pack a gat for armageddon Mac-11's, nowhere I'm headin Sellin cracks in seven's BC, LK, neatha >From Bushwick to Bed-Stuy Got my moma on her knees by the bedside Man won't fair with a suit and a necktie
Chorus: [Sauldin]
Fallin from Heaven and Hell, spendin our days askin for Christ, to come and change our ways It's cold in the night, chasin the night... Oh, father forgive us for what we've done
[?] Minds flippin, gotta focus But to think I was in and out when I wrote this but my boom over rates people that's hopeless, copeless Things seem like they never change, strange, damn Like the night thang, pain inflictin my brain Damn, man, try to maintain My, my, my composure puffin on dolja Feels like the heart gettin colder Black Priest from soldier, knows ya Part, then I fold ya, hold ya If you choose to bang wit me, hang wit me do ya thang wit me but I see angel seeds flyin thru my mind Cryin doin my time
[Baracus] If all those forgive me for what I've done Live by the gun, die by the gun Screamin "bloody murder" Mo' murder, mo' murder, red rum, red rum My stun like Cofey You don't know my, I'm an O.G. Try to pop me, I'ma pop you Weddin day bitch, weddin die too
Chorus
[St. Nickolas] North, South, Mid-West, West, East Coast Wherever goin, keep the heat close Got some .45 slugs, make a nigga eat those If not, leave a nigga with some dead holes Throw his body in a deep hole Never fuck with no creep, oh Rose Cartel starrin the street show Finally layin back, shittin in a E-4 20, between the bread and the trunk Hand on the pump Ready to dump on any man for a lump Actin like a bitch, is you a man or a chump? Many niggas stand in the quicksand and they sunk Nicky Bomb, Rose Cartel, Killah Priest Masada rolls thru the streets of the Middle East Swingin the double-edged sword when we slay the beast Swingin the double-edged sword when we slay the beast What? What?
Chorus
Hook (x7)
[Sauldin] Father forgive us...
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