Letras:
C C Catch Heaven And Hell

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin' about a

them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin' about

to tell that I came up hard as hell, check it out I stayed sharp and played my part All I had was a mic, a dream and some heart Me and my moms wasn't

I'm gonna get my nine and your shit is mine You hella bold if you reach for your gat Cuz I'm gonna put a hole in your ass and it's like that Lynch, (You

wonder why the fuck are they followin me I seem them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm) You'll never catch me slippin just me and my - PIECE You

dwell Hell offa the forscythe and bail, leavin' ah, trail, ah, the boody victims The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin' As if and if and

cause money's the root of evil And 'Kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru Until I flood N-Y with pediquo and diesle Catch me with the top, off

half of my nigga l from gray Chronic got me beepin my chest like them age Brave ain't the case they gave me was 187 For sendin niggas to hell and heaven