everybody diez
Singer:twiztid
sewn together from dues to dirt
from earthgrown and weather conditions of the desert
and everyone's a part of it
prostitutes and preachers
throw ya hands to the sky and pray that he can see us
living how we got to live
and doing what we got to do
praying for another day so we can fight and make it through
some of us are designed for crimes
some of us designed for rhymes
still we congregate in unemployment lines
just we on another page. one of a kind
just we on another page. come on
once i lit a smoke off a bitch i fried
and i ashed it in her face when she died
who you bitches you calling regular when you out of my zone?
like a celluar phone that's stuck on roam
that's me and my man at your door
and we looking for a reason to start the war
you should of never tried to take a stab at us
and you never should of rapped on us
we see the game from way the others hurried and rush
sparked the flame and smoked them all in the dust
you couldn't touch me bitch
not even if you wanted when it's supposed to
bitch i'll have your whole block haunted
flaunt us like the beans in your chilli
we all know the really really
monoxide slap your girlfriend silly
big willie get your throat cut and left bleeding
while my homeboy's banging your girl
i'll make her bounce on till the back's up
thinking you're something that your other playas tap off
till your whole waist snap off
hate it with a passion when a bitch nigga act off
ride on ya hood everyday and never slack off
flip through a couple pages
looking into my background
all you see is the dead around
daddy always said there'd be days like this
now daddy's dead and gone cause he was granted his only wish
i can't believe all the drama when it comes to death
ain't nothing you can do but pay respect
feeling light as a feather
so quit acting like you livin' forever