diggin' in the dirt Wrong move Dead inside Spit in your eye Dig It's a do or die Spit, spit, spit, spit Spit, spit, spit, spit, bitch
my backyard I'm bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song
8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appolonia Now how
an arm starts a crime G equals and MC dat ain't near the square, son, I gets mine But, yo, the kill, the fill with force fields and shields And holy
paint, throwin' elbows My first fight was me against five boroughs I lost my first witch but remembered every detail of my first kiss That's that Bronx Tale bliss, the holiest of holies
connections to the Son of Sam and Uncle Sam So SamIam keep ya fuckin eggs and ham! Performing alien brain scans and spiritual exams While the mother ship lands on holy
mother 'n father truth off the true God's page I was saying if you ve been sinning pursue God's grace I've been shooed off and spit at like Rudolph the
ll leave you holy My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down So now I rob and steal, spit
'll don't want to fuck wit us Gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit Murder Inc in the role who could fuck wit this It ain't no verse mother fuckers
trick But I, I spit this game so swell No, put your clothes back on, baby I'm into breakin' hearts, promises and fingernails That was no lie and I put that on the Holy
Jesus Christ The father, the son and the holy spirit Said in Psalm 7, "You do unto others as you would want them to do to you" Honor mother, honor father
a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme Put you in a pine box You and your whole family's on detox Hustlin crack for reeboks Holy socks, cut you
And blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus Holy Mary, Mother of God Pray for us sinners now And at the hour of our death Amen I'll spit on floors and
You've been lied to spied on crucified and railed at And he'll spit on the words of your hopeless excuses Wrong or right? Day over night? Who cares? It
Through the clouds of Allen ash, a lonely mother's cry Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will arise Faith now regained Finding strength