realest that ever did it, feel me flow! And everybody want a little bit against a little Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh! A little taste so they
cha for your goods! Make it understood! Put it on the wood! Nigga what! (what!) I used to have to grind in the dough.Did a little time in the poke. A
turn arouuuund [x4] Every time I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin on a bad plan Tryin to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin a
winnin out a nigga With penetration equivalent to muthafuckin pistols I get up in ya system cripple a nigga quick I'm rippin a nigga shit like grippin a
raw And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that We split up, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that Lettin the devil get in, to the pen Devils pretendin
come follow me [Layzie] God bless you working on a plan to Heaven Follow the Lord all 24/7 days, GOD is who we praise even though the devil's all up
This Sh*T's In The Air, Smoke Anywhere High, Hell A Little Bitty Nigga That Was Sellin' The Rocks On The Claire And The Devil Is Here And He Wants Your
devil's all up in my face, but he keepin' me safe and in my place, say grace And maybe you people should do to the same (The game) Recognize a good game
take long for the good to get gone" Walkin' on wings all sexy and blue Seventh angel says I'm a fool I got seven angels calling on my pride Seven devils
ain?t got you I got a big diamond watch sittin? on my wrist I try to tempt you baby but you just resist I made a deal with de devil babe I won?t deny
when I starved I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic He was the only one
a brain surgeon the great one, Wait it ain't funny man it's urgent I need one. Two boxes of detergent and a paintgun, And a emergency squirtgun to spray
's a lie cause I don't And why I just don't know... [Verse 2:] Maybe just a nice cold brew what's a beer That's the devil in my ear I been sober a fuckin
penis went in His teeny tiny little round hiney but he didn't mean it But his little weenie flinched just a little bit And I don't mean to go in into
get up Thank God, I got a little girl And I'm a responsible father So not a lot of good, i'd be to my daughter layin' in the bottom of the mud Must be
give a fuck, white Pac, so much spunk When I was little I knew I would blow up And sell a mil or grow up to be a tiller Go nuts and be a killer [Dr.
You just a.. quitter, and you bitter cause I came along and the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'