me (six minutes) Everlast you on And it go on and on like a rolling stone, baby, anywhere I lay my hat is my home [CHORUS] They call me white Devil,
world is my world (Your world) And my fight is your fight (My fight) My breath is your breath And your heart (and now I've got my) Chorus: One love (
My hand to God, I didn't mean to After all, look what we've been through Men come in different shades That's how we're made The little house on Ellis
bop and shop with Oprah Nigga, what? From my voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face
it Stretched up in hospital beds, fed fluid Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it My
Come with this territory I might dispose Feeling like my life been chose All I know, in my life a lot of ice and hoes When it?s on My man there, gat in his hand
with this territory. I might dispose. Feeling like my life been chose. All I know, in my life a lot of ice and hoes. When it's on. My man there, gat in his hand
faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and
speakers With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk Pimp strut and
you getting money and everybody want it Smoke a big sliff Get myself for a blunted Fall on the floor and I gotta call my S500 Iceburg 5 where you
all in check Busta Rhymez, up in the place true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I guarantee to give you what you need One blood
' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands The best living or dead, hands down, huh? Less talk, more head right now, huh? And my eyes
asleep on the fuckin' plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me TripleA, get my advance in advance, amen As the world spin and dance in my hands Life
death wishing, what's up? You know my steelo Got love with the illest of blacks and amigos Your jealousy is outta hand, I can't fuck wit'cha And all
cool like Egon, and shine like veegon Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up my knuckles
I lived to see us chill Crips and Bloods holdin' hands, the shit is ill But I love it, I can't help it Too much death on the streets and we dealt it
I use my pad and pen and my lyrics break out mad I try to write about fun and the good times But the pen yanks away and explodes and destroys the rhyme
When I was young I had a lust for knives and guns Use a magnifying glass to fry an ant with the sun And on and on my love for death got bigger At fifteen
