Tekst :

Well my woman
She showed up
With your number
On her hand
Well I thought
That I might call you up
So we could deal
With this man to man

You better tell me
The truth son, yeah

Well he showed up down
At the ballroom
Walking slow
And acting strong
Well I said my friend
I ll give you
One last chance
To admit that you
Done me wrong

You better tell me
The truth son, yeah
You better tell me
The truth son, yeah

Now they got me
Here in the county
With his blood
Still on my face
Well the boys in blue
They don t play no game
All the sheriff
Said to me was this

You better tell me
The truth, son
I ma beat
It out of you
You better tell me
The truth, son
I ma beat
It out of you

Now they got me here
In the lockdown
For a crime
I did commit
Well for my last call
I called the number
On my girl s hand
To remind you
Not to forget

You should a told me
The truth, son
Make me beat
It out of you
You should a told me
The truth, son
Make me beat
It out of you
You should a tole me
The truth, son
Oh

Make me beat it
Outta you
Make me beat it
Outta you
Make me beat it
Make me beat it
Make me beat it
Make me beat it
Out of you

I rise and curse the waking day
Curse the grime and curse the stains on the air
And on the skin of the bed I m tied within
Hiding from the twitch and crash
Of the mood I hear you hatch
You re the mother...

Hmmmmmmmmm…….

Verse 1
There you were last night sitting close to her by candlelight
I couldn’t let you see my crying eyes but I wanted so bad to run to you
How could you find someone in just so little time
We said we’d...

(Chorus)
Stunna shades fluid in my kup
We up in da klub we gon tear it up(2x)
Stunnaz on got my stunnaz on(4x)

Verse 1
Now middle of the day grippin 12 0 clock at night
You ll neva catch me without my stunnaz on
I be on dat green...

She ll rise with the sun
she ll go and she ll come
my Mammy Yoko.
I ll drink of her tea in ceremony
my Mammy Yoko - Mammy Yoko.
she ll burn the incense my spirit to sense
my Mammy Yoko.
The...

No use to pray, there’s no one listening
I will die anyway.
Some say I’ve killed, some call me Satan
Now my blood must be spilled

I’m sentenced for crimes I did not commit
I’ll pay with my blood, is this really it?
Creations of God?
No way!

Burn your crosses, make way for science
Christ has only caused...