Woorden:
Devil Sold His Soul The Starting

mind a single breath is all i need but i wanted to crush the desire in my fist it's not nearly the same terror grows inside me, i'm starting to see

Number One Assassin Third, Bizzy Bone AKA Rest In Peace Fourth, Wish Bone AKA Stratejacket nigga! (Chorus) Murda, murda, murda, murda (Krayzie) Sold my soul ot the devil

's burnt out Losin weight and her legs and her stomach stickin out Knowin daddy's uptown in his work all around Keep your ear to the ground and your soul

school to keep shit under cover All the while envisioning myself A champion of ghetto causes Plus his, game I was playing, and winning While sinning, against myself and soul

to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold and they eventually sold

his head, this is what he said Gustavo... it's nice to see you, huh I said why the fuck did I get sacrificed? You sold my soul to the devil Now I'm livin

the bottom of my heart that's where the love starts The love for break dancing, my love for the art And with this love I do hip-hop from the soul A real

had us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with K's Now we see through him like X-Ray's, cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him,

, they all start to clout There's no guns in this gentleman's bout And Georgie moves in on the outside left With a chain flying round his head And Harold