to Tupac Shakur's halo One Blood, plural, nigga I'm spending Euros Ferrari got a ice cream paint job, Dorrough I'm up out the hood, where they pull them
you see? This baby doll's not giving up I am a new breed of doll Crash helmet and halo on Jackhammer and my apron Throw my head back, sing a song I
[Game - Verse 1] Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky N-gga don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95?s I, walk on the moon
It's that time again When memories arise Of a certain song in my head It makes me think of you In a spooky mood With a halo hanging over your head With
They're taking pictures of the man from God I hope his cassock's clean The burden of being our holy fellas Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam What
them in the garden The swollen eclipse now leaves me In the gloom of another episode She's lost in jaded memories Draping over the sun Will this be our swan song
are all the dreamers that I used know? We used to linger beneath street lamps in the halos and the smoke The wing and the wheel came to carry them away
skin song that represents a symbol of my individuality and my belief in personal freedom, i have a special box for everything, at night you can see my halo
I put a couple dots on your block like dominoes Red beaming them, I stay with my team and them I keep four nines in the tuck like Steve and them This
mayhem Health, pain, suspense, breath, sound, guilt, pride, time [Aesop Rock] We all know what a halo is But we all don't know the horrors if your halo
Tugboat Now he thinks he's Captain Ahab Facist takes more than pegleg's birds and eyepatches Learn that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them
Oh my God They've got angels sweatin' like Helots workin' their little halos to the bone combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined
and thanks for my luck And thanks that I'm still fit and young But thanks most of all for them old bulls that buck For my dad and the song that he sung
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Verse 1 - Malice) Say dog, let's not get involved You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot ya
them hits won't stop bet them clips will pop/ Bet I be in that big body Rover/ Frontin' hard in the squad L-V on them loafers/ I'm an ill bitch I styles
For now I think its time to move on Wooh Wooh yeah But these ghosts come alive like water And wine and walk through these streets Singing songs and carrying signs To them
THEM WITH HALOS - they come and they come TO CROWN THEM WITH FIRE - their Black work is done TO CROWN THEM WITH HALOS - they come and they come TO CROWN THEM
