terrified Now you know (What I am, what I know, what I say) Now you know (What I am, what I know, what I say) Now you know (What I am, what I know,
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And most of all, we at war wit ourselves (Jesus walks) God show me the way because the Devil's trying to break me down (Jesus walks with me) You know
) Sold my soul ot the devil But I changed my mind now I want it back But he won't coorperate so now it's time to jack Called RIP and Stratejacket Number
chance, You niggas is fearin' my sawed-off, Put me to rest so fast to blast if you thinkin' of kickin' it you best be packin' your shit you bitch, Not
singin' the blues They gave you the crack to start flippin' your sack You makin' your money, it's sittin' in stacks You bought you some gats for niggaz who jack
with fire - don't you know that you're gonna get lit? Playin with fire - don't you know when to quit? Playin with fire - don't you know that you're gonna
Yo, yeah girl Can you hear that? It's playing our song Are you sleepy? Take a nap You're not afraid of the dark? Are you? You hear the beat as it makes
my nine and these handles in these fools Now tell me what you busters want with me? They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean Empty my loot out, you
nine and these handles in these fools Now tell me what you busters want with me? They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean Empty my loot out, you
s the head that I found in the lake JACK Listen now, you don't understand That's not the point of Christmas land Now, pay attention Now we pick up
Goodie MoB T Mo, Khujo, Cee Lo, J and my homie rather be Don't flex on next, I break necks too Rollin' with Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94 Yeah, you know
you fancy huh oh you fancy huh nail done, hair done, everything done nails done, hair done, everything done oh you fancy huh oh you fancy huh you fancy
eatin' more crackers than Polly For the Jack that smoked the black I gotta do the right thing for you and Rodney King Burn down his market But then you
even think you schemin', you know I'm blastin' you I'm too raw, what is you out you gourd? I cut through any challenger, top notch or amateur You'd
deep, you sleep, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do? First a nigga looked in the white pages for this bitch Mafia style 'cause you don't know who
Devil just rushin my time With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep In the casket I leave you no killas in mind Pullin a jack, reach me that
And if you don't believe me, tell me who is next And somebody tell the devil, that his match is met From the Word of God, so you know it's the Truth