Tradução: Demonio. Esperar en Dios.
er'thang I wanna end, what the devil bring And make it to hear, the angels up in heaven sing, until then [Hook x2] I'm just sitting here, waiting on God
t remember I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
's on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound) (Now introducin Young Trigga) Since birth, eyes set on gettin bigger Just anotha wild-a*s ni**a (But he was fiendin
don't remember I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
clown and Get Around, that's my word See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me witcha attitude to match
it So I'm trapped up against the wall Watchin' y'all niggas plottin' on me Tryin' ah catch me up in that robbery Put they mob on me and do ah job on
know that you saw me Because he always got on his game and his good shoes Difficult to stop creating can't wait But they came to see God then great tell
art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa Hone in on clones and blow them out of my zone
through the valley of death Am I a figment of imagination? Unknown to myself, the struggling to move on Another day over, misery and regret Can't wait
: [G. Tipton, S. Travis] He lies in wait For one mistake Morphing on your screen Those who dare Or the unaware Download him for a scream Don't access
go, I got death notes Till the rap flow in the wind (wind) tinted up again (again), in 89 on twins (twins) Tell my secret to the moonlight, praise God
, "Who's next?" I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack in the crack of her ass Two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hon to make some quick
like to ask, "Who's next?" I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack in the crack of her ass Two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hon to make
cold and Loretta would throw on nothing but a thong Under the coat and Put a show on just to show me she loved me She would undress and wait in zero below
folks don't get funny Everybody claiming that they down on they luck While I'm fresh dressed like a million bucks I throw on my black socks with my all
Devils got a hold of me (Devils got a hold of me) [Joell Ortiz] Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat He hates when I?m writing so the thing on my nightstand
: Drinking manners gave his name, empty a tankard all in one Not afraid of fiend or god, just his look will make them run Call the crews, we take to