(Spice 1)

Dear Lord, Could You Please Tell Lucifer

Turn The Heat Down, Feelin The Flames Of Hell

Underneath My Feet Now, The Block Is Hot

I Hear The Street Demons Callin

Playin Russian Roulette

With Thug Nature, Sky Fallin

Don't Wanna Die Broke And Alone, Smokin A Zone

With The Homies In The Car Strapped Up

With A Vest On, Lord Please Tell Lucifer

He Need To Turn The Heat Down

Cause I'm Convinced That Hell Is Up On These Streets Now

The Hood Is On Fire, Niggas Comin Up Short (short)

Ashphalt Burnin The Sole Of My Jordans (jordans)

How Long Will I Mourn My Homies Is Gettin Shot

Not Even Mommys Tears Cool The Drama Or Not

Just Gettin Hotter, My Homies Can't Take It Anymore

Sick And Tired Of Bein Broke Stressed And Poor

Enemies, Wanna Murder Me At 3000 Degrees

Wanna Catch Me On My Paper Route Scoutin For Cheese

Turn The Heat Down



Dear Lord, Can You Please Tell Lucifer

Turn The Heat Down, I'm Feelin The Flames Of Hell

Underneath My Feet Now, Underneath My Feet Now

Underneath My Feet Now, Feelin The Flames Of Hell

Underneath My Feet Now {repeat 1x}



(Outlawz)

[verse Two] {1:22}

Its Been A Long Ass Road, For Me And My Dogs

Late Nights Is Cold And Day Times Is Hard

And Everyday Is A Test, And God Must Be The Teacher

Hatin Ass Niggas, Make Me Travel With My Heater

And Satan Been Waitin, On A Nigga Like Me

Since The Day I Was Born Homie I Knew It Was On

Daddy Gone, And Now I'm Left To Raise Myself

The Devil Playin Games With Me, Got Me Lustin For Wealth

So Me And My Homies Went Out To Get It, No Matter What

The Lord I Know It's Wrong, But Somebody Gettin Touched

And I Can Feel The Flame, Everyday I'm In The Game

My Homie Died In Vain, So Now We Ride In His Name

Are We Goan Ball Or Die, Put It All On The Line

Get This Money Man, Make 'em Haters Wanna Shine

For Makaveli, Killer Khadafi The Prince

May The Lord Bless Your Soul Nigga, Till The Very End



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