? Will you make it into Heaven or go right back to Hell? Only time will tell, only time will tell Only time will tell, only time will tell [Verse 2:
Will you make it into Heaven or go right back to Hell? Only time will tell, only time will tell Only time will tell, only time will tell [Verse 2: Tech
cash tell them ladies u got slabs only thing u get is laughs u cant even bring down half Of the bill thats on that tab only thing wrong wit bein broke
to mention the realest member of your family is getting ill Tell me it isn't so, tell me it isn't real In the mist of all the drama you take a lil' time
getting charged so we'll party dark Terror Squad my car-tel, we larger, it ain't hard to tell We more cream then Carvel For real pockets filled, 1 hundred dollar bills
say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills Or is it the mindstate that's ill?
flow, so cold Krayzie's axin' blazin' at ya Aimed exactly atcha, gotcha Shots will drop ya, fade ya propa Rock the spot and make ya holla "Dolla bill
Some new, shit, on my tongue and lip Only one time, then, I will be done with it, go Some will get with it, some will get wrecked with it Some will host
on partyin' Till the wake of daylight I think back to better days, took a license to ill Before I ever held someone fell in love with the bills Back
If you're deaf, nigga rewind Full slept, fill the chalkline O-D, is on the war crime [Ill Bill] You gots to murder me 'cause suicide's your only other
money's the root of all evil but I can't tell Youknowhatimean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills Or is it the mindstate that's ill? Creating
to the Docs part2:forget a mask ill just frown my face up you shakin on the ground tryin to hold your face up and if you wake up you can tell the cops
interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew And skip that 'Bills Bills' shit broads is goin' through I know this prostitute who said that life ain't cute Child born with a destiny only
or real Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside from my rap meal And left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will So mama should I kill a man like
-po's Still flow, so cold Krayzie jackson blazin' at ya Aimed exactly atcha, gotcha Shots will drop ya, fade ya propa Rock the spot and make ya holla "Dolla bill
