dead, and if in all die Will you run dead em again? Well go on buddy let em fly That's how it is in my city, and your city sir it gets no pretti-er just
Hate city rivals first pulse and then freakola Dreaming of redemption, no end To the living edit, the sound of amputation Or the centrifugal pull of an
what is your style and what is your clan? " "the soldier, and uses military style." "oh? so there may be a war." [killa sin
never saved That's why the holy rollers say Get on you knees and pray To breathea?¦in Sin City To liea?¦in Sin City Get higha?¦in Sin City Let your
, of the tribe of Zebulon, Of the tribe of Joseph, of the tribe of Benjamin ..." "Rise and measure the temple of God ... Protect my beloved city until
see White snow colapse on aquarelle Lies in belief Thousand unfold screams perish In thirst rhythms Thunder cast you down Oh, messiah Baptizer spawn Absolute sin
Niggers that pull gats and steal gats just like potatoes Knowing they couldn't break us or take us now fake us take us out, no doubt Make us serve your
to grab hip-hop, his name and merge it with His word as the plate then serve it Cats are like "who you serve kid?" It's gotta be HIM who wiped my sin
[Music and Lyrics By Alex Webster] The Blackened City Calls Out Enter The Temple Of Sin You Must Enter The Temple Of Sin Contorted Sinners Beckon Join
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 wont come in Its like spying on cities
, a tear drop FEDS cities I want all of you bitches killed now Yea we used to run dat dope, ya already know Served dem birds from 17th to Platcha Court
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
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
For in this house of the dark Madonna Flesh will pleasure life For free of sin we would dishonour All that virgin sacrifice Gut our city, slaughter all
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
(The sin of the city, the sin of the city) City living heavy trouble city living rough (The sin of the city, the sin of the city) The sin of the city
m a psychopath landmine The unstable, unbreakable, strike fatal The sick stick together like NATO One-eight-oh degrees, he's now state-owned Lost in the city
and if in all die Will you run dead em again? Well go on buddy let em fly That's how it is in my city, and your city sir it gets no pretti-er just more