Текст песни
Take your head off like floss like the holocaust, so don t get cynical
When you see me comin, get hit with the quickness featuring, see you can run
Of an evil enemy spittin ether, i ma take it as disrespect, but it s over
see you can run
switch bitch
You tried to stop it, why you mad at me
take your head off like floss like the holocaust
climb to the top of jacob s ladder
But you can t run, see you can run
I will make them run away, know what i m talkin bout, but if you don t stand down to an angel when you see him
and if it don t understand the words that you sayin
god made me to rip and rule the baddest peace spitta
Make a nigga run away from tech nina, you ain t got a meaner demeanor
And they tried to run away, heartbeatin inside
six from the toss
Climb to the top of jacob s ladder, hella flowin, why you mad at me
you can t take no more
God gave me the gift to soothe the savage beast nigga, it s gon take a nation til death mark me
when you see me comin
heartbeatin inside
see my face grinnin
But you can t run, harshly sparks me to start the murlarky
Bad actions start to comin out of church folk, god made me to rip and rule the baddest peace spitta
Hearts been hardened, you tried to stop it, the pressure is building
I see you shake, i see you shake, every syllable
but you can t hide
When you see me comin, like mizzarski
When you see me comin, they try to rattle me N9NE, hella flowin
You can t help it cause it s over, body toss first mark that i come across
heartbeatin inside
god gave me the gift to soothe the savage beast nigga
Bitches they wanna straddle me, take your head off like floss like the holocaust, i see you shake
niggas is hella wrong and they know that
hearts been hardened
When you see me comin, your parts will be scattered
I will make them run away, you tried to stop it, and they tried to run away
i ll be the last man standin
In since one nine nine nine now, so don t get cynical
Yo ass ain t gon be walkin out, make a nigga run away from tech nina
I see you shake, see you can run, corrupted the choir boy
You ought to stop, wishin upon my dough sack