Cut in two, that's the kind of ship I'm running Cut in two, that's the kind of spell I'm casting Cut in two, that's the type of time I'm killing Cut in
Перевод: Церкви. Cut In Two.
the last thing you'll think is - "Oh my God!". When your... War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. Not until that mine has torn you in two you'll think
) Payback! Got to go to church, y'all Got to go to church, y'all Got to go to church, y'all Got to go to church, y'all You got to turn off the heat,
Cut the music up, please Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tik-tok Around the clock, yes, it's my time, my throne
and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all soldier ass niggaz, I'm Murder City's Sergeant Slaughter Guaranteed to get more cut
motherfuckers know that you ain't taking no shit I mean you gotta be a nut, fool And you can't give a fuck, you can cut nigga, fuck school Because that
to church, I know it hurts to find out, she works for me brought me that Jeep that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut that way I gets yo skrilla
or malt shops Un cut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare Heard the wu snare, while my iris cut down the
eternal, may the lords send great inferno Till this day I write my journal Journal, urban journal (lord) [chorus] [killah priest] Dear heavenly father The reason why I stand at your gates holdin two
party We used to be in billyway, church and jail Me and capone smoke weed till I burnt my nail I used to cut niggas faces Smoke weed out of bible
bright like a highlighter They takin' pictures 'cause I'm fly like a skydiver [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Jim Jones] You ain't seen money Until you seen me Two
and do my toes Knock bitches from them niggas who act like ho's I make braggin' out my two-two paddy wagon Sittin' on two-three's, diamonds on twenty
mad lies? And why do dog niggaz want a honey wit class? Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass Hey yo, who would ever think that the two
Hungry, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's weight Rash break out, where's the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments Un-proudly in the church paid
light I was worse than bored I stole the doctor's scalpel and I slit the cord I was a Catholic boy I was redeemed through pain Not through joy I was two
is learn how to score Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair But I can go to movies and see
