these here rocks, double glock My pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever The trouble knocks, steadily hittin', me clean up Get lit up for ready your soul to burn
[Layzie Bone - reciting 'Power of a Smile' poem] The power of a gun can kill, and the power of fire can burn The power of wind can chill, and the power
out when they came to do time No snitchin', nobody out when ya facin' a life sentence For death, you do it by yo Goddamn self He gettin' clean, so we
a spatula Married to the game, and you just a bachelor SP and the Mouse in this bitch And I want it quiet as a mouse in this bitch Burn you in your car
is my shrine Lord of the manor, see what I leave behind River in flames, cities on fire Yes, I'm a relic trapped in the wire Hydrogen fuel, it burns so clean
It's that old dirty feeling That just will not come clean Like eating digestives After brushing your teeth And it's staining your fingers And it's under
keep My soul Peep I'm gettin' old And it's a cold cold world And I ain't even got a bomber Livin' with my momma It's the same routine Keep my room clean
Yea Buddy You Already know Taylor Gang Taylor Made Taylor Made Money Gang Yeaa, Bitch (laugther) The World Turns(World Turns) The Kush Burns(Burns)
'Cause I don't see a face in a single crowd There's no one there I look in the mirror but I can't be seen Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen Looking
used to help ward off the fear That he has left his soul in someone's rented car Inside his pants he hides a mop To clean the mess that he has dropped
, sent your sanity right out the window When I rap the wind blows Ancient melodies burn slow bringing from Egypt to the age of info Age of slaves to beige and infos burnin
for believers and love can keep the faith I don't need you, I can't buy you, I can't hurt you Stand by my accusations I'll come clean, don't need no
That's sickly clean, this mild and meek I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend It opens its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak I
guess what You crash and you burn Burned All your bridges When your super-life Became superstition Less than a friend But more than a sister What once just burned
in the sink The furnace is burning But it's still cold i think I can smell the bleach That they use in the hall But it can't clean the dirt off of me
, mnm that I love so much I just can't get enough, my baby, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Mmm and she's soft to touch but sometimes she costs too much, But then she burn
It's the twists and turns Of the cigarette burns The holes in the mind Of the nebulous mass Forget no returns And you don't learn The debt between mine
, no one to blame us The sky is blue, my hands untied A world that's true through our clean eyes Just look at you with burning lips You're living proof