the gypsy nights It will come and go Everybody knows You make your own Heaven and hell Daytime lovers love for sale You make your own Heaven and hell
dwell Hell offa the forscythe and bail, leavin' ah, trail, ah, the boody victims The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin' As if and if and
shit back and let off on your whole crew I'm Brick City baby, twenty-four seven A project nigga, that's tryin' to see heaven I done ran through hell
cause money's the root of evil And 'Kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru Until I flood N-Y with pediquo and diesle Catch me with the top, off
dickhead twerp Yeah, he a jerk and love to cock block work And my next door neighbor, yeah, he got that way In the trunk of his Cadillac, 24 K's And
half of my nigga l from gray Chronic got me beepin my chest like them age Brave ain't the case they gave me was 187 For sendin niggas to hell and heaven
And that nigga Prod, he's a gangsta I know the game bro and I could be a fuckin' murderer The hot shells melt yo ass G and the Tales From the Crypt
Shock, c'mon And I'm Vast Aire - 'nuff said Now, let us build upon this issue If the Highway to Heaven is narrow, then sinners acts as fat tissue And
I smoke joke and grin, and fuck your best friend Only if she a ten, then I slide right in Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder and lightenin' Damn that's frightenin
When you pull out a spliff im catchin the contact. Try to look after my people, that's trapped in evil, playin craps and c-low, to get gats and kilos, and
, segram, mr. c And my little brother kevin Miller, and all y'all tru niggaz and bitches That done died out there on these streets And took that final
artist on the planet Some can't stand it and take it for granted But I always recoup and they don't understand it All in my rays of more ways I daze and faze And
on the planet Some can't stand it and take it for granted But I always recoup and they don't understand it All in my rays of more ways I daze and faze And
as Hell, check it out I stayed sharp and played my part All I had was a mic, a dream and some heart Me and my moms wasn't getting along at this time And
''cause money's the root of evil And 'kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru Until I flood n-y with pediquo and diesle Catch me with the top
You gonna see the light I don't care if its heaven or hell They both bright Ya'll niggaz got beef with Drag-On? C'mon,C'mon,C'mon,C'mon, C'mon
, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
