Letras:
Negative In My Heaven

my foes get disposed of We all homies to the death, so my true niggaz show me love God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure But why they fuckin

need a ho in my life to blow on my dice So we can make our points twice and skate out a town I need that glow in my ice, E-Class Ladies screamin Jigga

the real on these politics, its more and more obvious that were oblivious to any negative thinking, plus we are the warriors, slaves of allah, without any negative

my altar Ghastly skin I caress Dead cold December grace A mixture of lust and death teases my senses A quite weird smell indeed I effuse my seeds and

the stress get the best of me Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me Till my brain gets clouded by the memory My memory, hey yeah Stressing me, stressing me my

got none And now you look around and that's not the plan This is not what you had in mind I shot in heaven, now I cry No one lives forever, in fact

with creators an' cremators Stalkin' through this nature, the Heaven raise ya Capacity in your brains, beyond the clouds of rain Seven an' a half are contained Space was my

Vanilli's For corporate Dallas Cowboy Beverly Hillbillies With perfect timing the politicians rhyming their sentiments So nicely oil gold and sand my

pray for your life I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles Jadakiss: Uh huh, HOLIDAY Styles: I gotta make it to heaven