a single breath is all i need but i wanted to crush the desire in my fist it's not nearly the same terror grows inside me, i'm starting to see the
mind a single breath is all i need but i wanted to crush the desire in my fist it's not nearly the same terror grows inside me, i'm starting to see
ghosts who stroll, when I roll But they ain't gon' get in, though I'm sittin' alone in my window Little Eazy, bless his soul, it's so cold (It's so cold
Number One Assassin Third, Bizzy Bone AKA Rest In Peace Fourth, Wish Bone AKA Stratejacket nigga! (Chorus) Murda, murda, murda, murda (Krayzie) Sold my soul ot the devil
us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with K's Now we see through him like X-ray's, cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it's
's burnt out Losin weight and her legs and her stomach stickin out Knowin daddy's uptown in his work all around Keep your ear to the ground and your soul
children Yo Gabba Gabba, Amandine Jaguar Blow up your apartment if you don't observe the sabath I look the devil in his eyes, say abracadabra Then drown him in the mighty light, his
school to keep shit under cover All the while envisioning myself A champion of ghetto causes Plus his, game I was playing, and winning While sinning, against myself and soul
Passed through the absence of parentally hands to develop an evident level of benevolence so it's probably better I sold my sold to the devil This is
to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold and they eventually sold
' bad? Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass Now when times got hard You ran your mouth like a bitch Sold your soul to the devil
his head, this is what he said Gustavo... it's nice to see you, huh I said why the fuck did I get sacrificed? You sold my soul to the devil Now I'm livin
a microchip in your wrist we livin this shit, governments playin the role they invented aids for population control they?ve taken a hold and sold satan your soul
the bottom of my heart that's where the love starts The love for break dancing, my love for the art And with this love I do hip-hop from the soul A real
And get fucked up, like ya mother, man Bad ass brotha with the mind of the devil Maximum overdrive, tryin' to stay alive I sold the devil my soul for
had us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with K's Now we see through him like X-Ray's, cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him,
, they all start to clout There's no guns in this gentleman's bout And Georgie moves in on the outside left With a chain flying round his head And Harold