hell, you'll buck with B.G. Knocc Out, Flesh, and ah Mo' Thug, str8 up.(Chorus) B.G. Knocc Out-Verse 5 I'm comin' 2 serve ya, serve ya. I'm screamin
a dirty motherfucker (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon [Interlude: Bun B] The good book say, that he who is without sin cast the first stone Mayne
a package deal, comin' up like a pack of rats Fightin' over scraps, the streets is ill Take a trip to the city of wind, the city of sin My block'll have
Cats get served, running up sliced Every single night and that the way we keep it right Like that fuckers... (YEAH) Im just trickin though, Certified
'll get you strung out And hangin', and I'll bet that I mangle any person Strangle any serpent, wantin' to tangle with me When a brawl goes down, look around at the city
way in hell, you'll buck with B.G. Knocc Out Flesh, and ah Mo' Thug, straight up Chorus x4 [BG Knocc Out] I'm comin' 2 serve ya, serve ya I'm screamin
The blackened city calls out Enter the temple of sin You must enter the temple of sin Contorted sinners beckon Join our twisted rites You must join our
and flies up into the night, howling out immortal cries, a prediction of war, At war with Satan! The warriors gather slowly around The sacred city,
with the hb's Draped with diamonds and gold hoes love me Fuckin' right nigga I raised the b.g. That's why I'm a hot boy on these city streets Blood thicker
the human condition The sin is that these guys survive City living, heavy trouble City living rough We are given angry heart But angers not enough City living, heavy trouble City
twinklin' pretty but still look dark Pushin evil outta these borders and tell it to depart Hear the cries from famined cities where crime and sin crumble
A new dimension of might Incomprehensible sight Confusion and lips painted red Intentions to feed of your needs A tear is spilled in the city of sin
the souls are never saved That's why the holy rollers say Get on you knees and pray To breathein Sin City To liein Sin City Get highin Sin City Let your
never saved That's why the holy rollers say Get on you knees and pray To breathe?in Sin City To lie?in Sin City Get high?in Sin City Let your holy
the sands of the mighty Sahara lies, Buried treasure sunken deep, in darkened tombs where dead men sleep. Gold fills hands, or is it sand, The same that covers everything? Where cities
cave where darkness dwells If my sin remains I have chosen my god Choose this day who you will serve As for me and my house We will serve the Lord
to die for, give me something to die for You won't really see me, I live in old movies Cloaked tightly in sin so they won't come in It's like spying on cities
