: Que linda vas a verte con tu vestido negro Se acerca ya mi muerte No culpes a la suerte eso es lo natural Si tu vestido blanco un dia marco el principio
So I slap you in the face with a lead pipe Teachin kids what pops taught you And he's a funky ass biggot too Fell short of the due respect Don't speak
: [Confessor] [Produced by Confessor.] [Recorded at Reflection Studios, North Carolina January 1992] I'm looking through a hole in the sky I'm seeing
The Shadow of a demon appearin I'm hearing the voices that tell me to do the evil shit that I do And you know that I'm due so I do when I cast my spell
breathe I'll be your rail Just know that we will always prevail North, South, East to the West side Put this on the booth, it should be world wide North
they, can +Break North+ Far, out of my range Dodgin scanners, repulsive rays I gave, so give me some praise Better yet -- another raise is due to the
could you feel it when i stole covers, kissed your neck and wished you one goodnight i hoped to remain in for the rest of my days now these north breezes
The Bronx in the hidouse, The Bronx in the hidouse Newark, New Jersey, rock rock on, word is bond I'm comin' in swarms, so turn your flashlights on Due
see The Shadow of a demon appearin I'm hearing the voices that tell me to do the evil shit that I do And you know that I'm due so I do when I cast my
closer you can see The Shadow of a demon appearin I'm hearing the voices that tell me to do the evil shit that I do And you know that I'm due so I do
you in the face with a lead pipe Teach the kids what the pops taught you And he's a funky-ass bigot too, fell short of the due respect Don't speak when
i like how that sound front desk callin? telling? us to hold it down, nox because we rollin? off dem mollipops we rebel and ghetto like wyan-da da- dotte waddup, KCMO kck nigga north
Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef It's real shit North of Death, home of Philly Uh, chea uh Lights is gettin' dimmer Night
now children, help mama get packed We're headin' up north and we ain't comin' back, we're busted We're busted, yes we're busted We're headin' up north
in the zone, I lose it, I'll put them blown in fuses There's no explainin', no escapin' and no excuses Move if you true, the kid is due, let my niggaz
straight, real players don't hate Push weight and keep fate and the money that I make I'ma break 500 mean gold, tapes sold, story told, from the North
they can't understand that shit When you doin' about a buck fifty man But now put that shit goin' perspective for em' though Man, check this out my side hog Due
it called? (you know what its called kid) Yo (how much I, how much I implement my thoughts to you?) Yo, hey yo shout out New York Philadelphia my sword talk Praises due
