Walking to New Orleans
Niggas hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
And 1987 I was swore into the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof ?
Car down crush ? and fresh paint
Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank
All of my niggas they had a truck load of dope
Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you
Seven Signs
Something is reaching out for you.
Opposites are struggling
It just seems strange just
Like they would grab you and use you their way
And change your mind within.
You're sure you hate them, but you're sure that they return.
They leave you sitting seperate, they show you no concern.
But they are afraid because they have to go back
to the place where they all shall burn.
Once more you're talking in your sleep.
You're whispering my name.
Once more you're frightened as a child.
Your mind has been altered again.
Your skin is pale and your travelling with fear.
Fight back or they're gonna win.
Spirits from beyond have tampered with your brain.
Wake up before you go insane.
Don't mess with evil forces, there are spirits everywhere.
They judge you in Gods mercy and they sense the evil intents
Fight back with all demons that would do you harm
That have faith in the holy one.
They have faith in the holy one.