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
't get caught in the clutch, without a pop in your drawas Be slipping and dipping, and find a chopper to your jaws H-Town's my home, and bar no jacker and
M-A-double-N 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
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 I'm tryin' to get
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
NO hoes! [Verse 2: Celph Titled] These bitches ain't goin' to Heaven (No) No dogs go to Heaven, only hogs go to Heaven, and I...stay packin' them heaters
the rent I knew it would all catch up to me man I hope I'm heaven sent I used to be the main one screamin "nigga I'm prepared to die" And when it came
make you firey Cause its gonna take more then a slice of apple piety Once you realize that there's sin and symptom And there's lost souls, and things that tempt em And to Jesus there's rest and
go to Heaven And that on the Four, 8-Block, 9-Duece and 7-7's And while I was incarcerated I was most hated And on the bee these Crab niggaz knew I couldn
stupid, people skewered and leaks ya fluids into the streets and sewers, if by chance God sees me do it Should shoot a big hole down to Hell and lead
got something to say. That's 2 and out We early. Koch put that E.P. together. That's 2 songs Nuts and dirty (Funk Flex). I mean c'mon. I mean excuse
gon see the light I don't care if it's heaven or hell They won't bite Y'all niggas got beef with Drag-On? C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Y'all niggas
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz 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
Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this nigga a pint box And I ain't just talkin
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
Who do you call when these agents want you dead and they hit these penetentiaries and niggaz make a pledge So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck
of So you wanna be a fly guy? Runnin 'round here actin all rah-rah? I'll be chillin and smokin on my lye Heav' D and Gruff we stay fly [Heavy D] Ma-ma
