We slow grindin', lady friends co-signin' Legit jobs, houses, & cars, but no shinin' Life or death, learnin' new steps, right from left Preciseness, where I end off you bite
life, it's the joy in your heart A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe It's a thorn on your hand and a cut in your toe A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
know That now's the time to Take my chance with death and realize Sunrise, sunset will you wash away the rain? Sunrise, sunset can you wash away the pain
no names! Krayzie: I can remember back in the day if you bit another nigga you was considered a biter. Non originality, simply disrespecting a true rider, Nigga, I'm fired up, Nigga, keep on biting
web You got me caught up in your head Caught up in my web You got me caught up in your head Systems I pollute, come bite my forbidden fruit Stain your
lights, like rain Dance and explode Fall apart, the pain of old lights What if i'm, not dead? Kiss and control Fall apart, the pain of our lives, has pain
The world believe you deceived just to speak You's not the streets, you's the deaths Use not your chest nigga, use a vest Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
The world believe you deceived just to speak You'se not the streets, you'se the deaths Use not your chest nigga, use a vest Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
so scarred alone I take from you something and give you What you'd never ask for I show you the way you respected The true faith I was living for When the pain bites
to rhyming, I'ma stick them in rehab Get em cleaned up you know, show em the light that they're all bark and no bite, like a tree trunk We slash and burn
'm a bastard hollerin', "Fuck me!" Blaze to the death and die with dignity For the life of me, I just wanna remain A nigga that's loyally loved through his levels of pain
long awaited night I beg to live forever Just your bitter bite - has kept me alive Opiated by your will Craving for the deadly thrill Lure me away - from death
seer It fills my brain, I see your pain The nineteenth, nineteenth of March I see you've marked the Ides of March Kiss of the queen, bite of the snake
holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track
vessels seep from my neck blood pours from my face as I approach death Blood churning out of my face and spilling on the floor. The pain intense yet