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And the wicked one I've been. Nigga wanna be me, don't it? Irreverence and blasphemy. In the trenches pullin' moves (Got 'em). Sliced incision, zero vision, loss of vital signs. The money got blood all on it, yeah (Yeah). Album: "Reign In Blood" (1986)1. Allowing no first born. Just a matter of time. Say, "Your hair is long but not long enough to reach.
And I only featured Kanye. Kerry King: lead guitars; Jeff Hanneman: lead guitars; Tom Araya: vocals, bass; Dave Lombardo: drums. Sewn together, joining heads. BRR BRR, catch up, (go, go, go). I done got away and I done got caught. Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
She look like God sent her from Heaven, but she fine as hell (Bad). I'm a Multi Millionaire. The money got blood all on it (For real, though, yeah). Asphyxiation, suffocation, gasping for air. Hi friend, only gonna watch that, that's so weak. The bitches know how I'm comin' (Yeah, why they call you Tony? Older father, weary soul, you'll drive. F*ck all that rap beef, let's have a gun battle. My lil chick a millionaire, my home boys are millionaires. My bitch was waiting on me. Back to the home you made on the mountainside. There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood. Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived. Nah for real, I'm with you Gucc'.
Sifting away the debris of hated life. There is never a mine blown skyward now. 2002 I was wild as hell.
Young Thug & Gucci Mane:]. Cash out if I want it (Bitch, for real, though). Of all colors, creeds and kinds. He'll rob steal and kill and he probably will. You heard Atlantic dropped Gucci? Ain't nobody got nothing? Count your blessing would be priest.
And pluck your strings. Hanging on dark Calvary. Man my plug off the ramp, get got them hands with the stamp. For all respect you cannot lust. He be like "f*ck going to trial, man just throw me the money". Injecting cells, dying eyes. Throwin' cash at bitches. Said I'm the best A&R that's in the business (It's Gucci).
I rule with a nine bitch wrapped in Velvet. I just offed another hundred piece, bought a watch for eighty G. Multi Millionaire Laflare. But my faith got stronger and my money grew longer. Oh, The Blood Of Jesus Lyrics by Brooklyn Tabernacle. Learn the sacred words of praise, hail Satan. I'm all washed in that blood of that lamb. I'm sendin' strong to five states, man, I just broke my scale (Uh). On your trail I close the gap. Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah. Show stopper, globe trotter, all I get is more dollars. Knowin' I ain't got no time to waste.
Invasions quickly override, malicious domineering strike. Indirect dependency. I went from ridin' a V12, switched it up and now my motor electric (Switched it up). Try to imagine how this miracle took place. Sometimes when we're weary we might stumble and fall. Have you ever tried to measure just one sin. Rancid Angel of Death. Scared of me, you better be. She'll lay it aside. The blood cover it all lyrics. Can't stay the night I'm not the type to be on Skype. Breaking rules and bending corners.
It seems you've lost your way. I can't even sleep, I can't even sleep, I can't even sleep. Inside your carcass start to mate. It washes white as snow. I'll make you part of me. Secured by lock inside a cell. Rolled a pound bag, two stacks, call me daddy fat sax. Muhammad Ali and these skreets miss me. The blood covers it all lyrics. G-U-W-O-P I'm the one boys wanna be. The studio is the house, so we making house music. Can we pretend that I'm your man. Turning off my sanity, reaching back into my mind. Mister mister Trap God, cash in the trash bag. Safety out of reach.
V3: When I'm walking through a valley. Money tall like I'm Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop). I went from trappin' on the block to niggas trappin' for me. My extended clip keep pokin' me. I'm bout to drop the top so I can feel the summer breeze. Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past. Seeking life beyond your perishment.
I'm just giving these broke ho's something to see. With that ugly, terrible thing. Tell me that you love me can I be your main squeeze. These niggas wanna clone me, don't it? No gift of exile in my fate. I'm a blood but I got on blue jeans. All them witches blood and sand lyrics. Feeding on the screams of. Destroying, without mercy. It takes more than one try. Haters talking don't worry me, all they do is encourage me. I'm hearing rumors that my label 'bout to drop Gucci.