the hell bound train [Repeat chorus] The sun it never rises When you ride the hell bound train All aboard the hell bound train Welcome to the hell bound
Paul Empty out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the truck and AR With drop twohundred thousand and then fuck it off King of the hell got em done bitch cut
know the [? ] Started droppin that consciousness [Hook] [Verse 3:] My father was not a banker Neither was my neighbor when it came to getting paper Who the hell was gonna train
modern home, were set to roll out into the street Of ordinary people. Tryin' to make their way to work, the downtown people. Some are saints, and some
through the very same place, And a half a million people, moved in to pick up the pace. A factory full of people, Makin' parts to go to outer space. A train
Heads up man I'm a motherfucker Holding my head high (I'm not dead in a grave) I'm a sinner I'm a saint In the city of hell (Hey, Hey, Hey) Like a Molotov
Malik- B, and Rahzel from the NYC Who used ta, scratch and sing, make sounds and things For example, check out this telephone ring [telephone ring] Hello? Hello
and then ducks beneath the brim of a fugitive's hat and you'll learn why liquor makes a stool pigeon rat on every face that ever left his shadow down on saint marks place hell
't abstract We in the projects, a lot of us lab rats Voted for Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that Now I can tell you that I felt Hell, I still remember
their names Party people going places on the D-Train {Stop that train, I wanna get off} Check it Trench coat wing tip going to work And you be pulling a train
modern home Were set to roll out into the street of ordinary people Tryin' to make their way to work The downtown people Some are saints and some are
into one I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed I'm your hell, I'm your dream I'm nothing