In shackles the dreams keep haunting But don't you turn away, from the light of day Then everything fades to black [CHORUS] Go back to Hell The dawning
squad sensor? Root down, feelers out across the marsh before it was "Awesome Car! " I called in car cavalry cooked in an 85 Dodge Aries, gas for Huntington and back
Or you carpe the diem Warplay the porn game Wanna get the sure way Well the freedom will correlate with the sword play and heathens Trickery I'm back,
my wackest two bitches look flyer than the heinas and the lowrider bitches [J-Ro] And we left you all in stitches now we back like early morn We comin back
her The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter with her back against the wall, she can hear death singing in her With her back against the
[Vast Aire] My mother said, "You sucked my pussy when you came out Don't ever talk back I handed your life and I'll snatch it back" I'm just a latch
Back Britain" we're told As the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. At times of international crisis it's the same story. "Back Britain" we're told
fragrance titanium wristband, back stroke in quicksand iron fist, velvet glove slid on my brick hand my Nike swish land right over my Nick Vans excel, laid back in Hell
got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin COME ON [Verse 1 - Kuniva] Yo the derelict is back Im blazin niggas while
Right behind you, mad as hell, nose flarin' Makin' all the strange sounds in ya face, starin' Knockin' over trash cans, breakin' fourty bottles Killin
here now I'm leaving And I shall remember the marble just as clear as I do yesterday Never dance with the Devil, cuz I cant afford the hell to pay When
itchin to sing The day hell got cold, sellin plane tickets to pigs Time-tested method for turnin a fat chance slim No win dyin, push whatever's bad back
my lesson like a high school dropout, Gotta rock her every weekend two and sleep and exposing your fakes like pamela going streaking Reeking the benefits a hole in the pocket wanna take it all back
Girl came through, the light skin honey with the cinnamon smell, Girlwas so enticing, baby, make a nigga choose hell Momma hopped up on cocain Daddy
[Stick] Yeah Hell yeah This your boy Stick Comin down with that Fesu Straight off the streets of Greenspoint Talkin 'bout that street shit That real
those big black braggin' crows We smashed our cans, put on our packs, and started back on our way home I like goin' up better than comin' down but everything comes back
git down. Juss peep da git down. Ya know, lavishly coordinated. When I'm in your town, best not try to clown. Uh. [Verse 1: Guce] It all started back
the whip and ride, and we can smoke and sip to cloud nine Playas all in the club wanna get a lil' love, baby girl that's fa sho What the hell you done