man made devil You've got blood on your hands You've got blood on your hands You've got blood on your hands You've got blood on your hands Behind a
Tone-Loc] Now as a youth I used to get my bang on And on the ave get my part-time slang on Upon a time for me was no joke though They knew I was crazy
wars [Solo] With hands full of blood He talks about peace With snake poisoning tongue He's praying El Salvador and Vietnam You soon fast forget But you satisfy on
the right With hands full of blood He talks about peace With snake poisoning tongue He's praying El Salvador and Vietnam You soon fast forget But you satisfy on
my gun Saw I had one final bullet left My hand, it looked almost human As I raised it to my head "Drop your weapon and come out! Keep your hands above your
, lad, But suffer this awhile: Whatever makes a soldier sad Will make a killer smile." "I'm leaving, Captain, I must go There's blood upon your hand
That seem to think that pimping is easy Aiyyo Uncle Snoop Let's go get these knuckleheads [Chorus: R. Kelly] Pop bottles (pop bottles) Shake hands (shake hands
kill for I do this ballin cause I can not cause it's cool I pop cause I'm the man Now watch me and Kellz Pop bottles, shake hands Recognize I'm the man
, slide like step on his Klondike, get your dart right We movin on it like, wind breaker niggaz get they face broke Jury get snatched, magazine right on
blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case niggas slice your throat Wear your
the average though Jet you through the fast lane drop ya on death row 'Cause anybody who's been there knows that life ain't so lovely On the blood-soaked
t my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle Now everybody's got my baby Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy "it's your
don't see none, You made it rain where, I don't see a one, Go on get it off, that's what they like to hear, Get your money pimp, we don't fight it here
Gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds Gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds Gimme, gimme this, gimme, gimme that Silver guns to drip old blood
go swiftly, they started calling him sissy One punch turned into fifty, they beat him till he was dizzy Now Alberto lie in blood while his peers look on
way? God would reply, "Son you got to show them your more then just gay" See, he had dreams of being a track star until the night The gay jokes went
blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it My life's no joke, I done played dice with Tote Upstate for cakes, niggas slice your throat We had
