: [MUSIC & LYRICS BY DAVID DEFEIS] [ATHENA:] Goddess of all the Silent Wastes, thou are not found unkind There's no Black and White, Thy Truth is not
the referee Beside her is where I plan to be And so to get her I'd do anything Maybe even start a family Or even get a house in Sandy Springs She's so
like the referee Inside her is where I plan to be And so to get her I'd do anything Maybe even start a family Or even get a house in Sandy Springs She
one else cause I'm too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put them all in houses
like the referee Beside her is where I plan to be And so to get her I'd do anything Maybe even start a family Or even get a house in Sandy Springs She
can't judge her for that. She knows where her head is at. You call her home and you want to move in. But a house is not a home and a home is not a house
they creepin, (Uh) Duck cause you ass out, Drink 'til you pass out, Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house, Niggaz is under me, They bitches
Lord judge the criminals If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus (to :27 from fade) Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate (Soldier in the house
picture me gettin' served My own mama say i'm thuged out my shit be bumpin out tha record store as if it was a drug house my lyrics bang like a Crip
jack me Gotta be quiet, I'm on the down low I got the yah-yo, moving by the pound so When the police try me up Fuck the judge Got a homie that'll buy
want you to remember (I want you to remember) Heaven is above all {heaven is above all) And death is the judge that no king can corrupt (and death is the judge
swallow, we gettin to win Never bashing women just them hoes to be given Headshots and whack knock to people for livin Who am I ? Just another MC murderer Judge
chances, or what sinks in water. Your secret's out, what you held within. You've found your plague, your cancer, stop. I bet you've got something clever. This house
old Slap you on the back behind I don't know how you do it Tell me one time About how it used to be You got the judge and jury Swinging from the highest
eye for a eye Either thug or you die, and I ain't goin cry. Rock a bye bye, nigga, die-die Got a grudge against the judge tryin' to lock up my thugs
shouted "Judge don't take my boy this way" Well son you got a statement you'd like to make Before the bailiff comes to forever take you away Now judge
: I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills With a trunkload of hundred thousand dollar bills Man came by to hook up my cable TV We settled
