You've never seen us like this before So step out of your normal shoes it time to lose your Mind in this time it crisscross through the lines People
grind, stay down for mine Trying to get mine in daily Holla' at me like you know your fo', chiefing on that green green Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down
this game down pat, sure be running the track Get some money from these hoes and see how they react Show 'em how a real nigga come down like that [Chorus
do' My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on
the blades of his chainsaws While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls You think I'm backing down you
forget But I don’t go around fire expecting not to sweat And these niggers know I lay them down, make their bed Bitches try to kick me while I’m down:
hell I'll send you, and just then the wind blew and I said Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, I'm as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty be
[1. Echoes on the Wind] It's the calm before the storm It's the quiet before the roar It's the time when all will be decided. (All will be decided) But
human flesh Anal kiss of Hell Mother of Satanic child Cast your withces spells Witchcraft I run the night with white wolfs pack I ride the wind of Mayhem Down to Hell
beggin' for more And even hotter when her Victoria Secrets drop to the floor (she's hot) Hot like Elle, hot like getting' down with Giselle What the hell
It's about to be on, if she don't back up off me. [D.Woods:] And now you say that I changed, and you don't like how I get down. Tellin' him I ain't
wind (like the wind) God will take (god will take) All my sins (all of my sins) Blown away (will be blown away) Like the wind (yes) Like the wind blow
was thinking to myself, `This could be Heaven or this could be Hell`, Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way, There were voices down the
pioneer fuckin' up stereotypes I snatch chains as a kid, made you carry ya bikes I got an addiction to spittin shit is heroin-like Story teller speak of hell
her knuckle Like a hymn to the house she was making Blind and whistling just around the corner And there's a wind that is whispering something Strong as hell
sublime All the women tear their blouses off The men they dance on the polka-dots And its partner found and partner lost And its hell to pay when
heat brings tears to my eyes As I follow the shadows Down below through the moonlit abyss Riding the winds of damnation Posessed by the hell-fires
as a warm wind in summer She's got me flying like a bird in a bright June sky And then just when she thinks that I've got her number Brings me down
