Artist: Free Murda f/ Beretta 9, ShaCronz
Album:  n/a
Song:   Heaven & Hell
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Chorus 2X: sample]
And I somehow pray
And place a thrill
Those friendly smiles
We cast before

[Beretta 9]
Back up in this piece, and I brought my piece
Just in case, better come in peace
Don't need no case, son, I hate police, they the beast
They wanna see B9 deceased, for all is well
The last thing on my mind is jail, I would love me some pussy
But what I look like Chase and Tail ran into Cussy
She missed me, I can kinda tell, although we kept it moving
It seem she was doing well, down in the student
You be like "yo, what the hell"
Her honey got mount for murder, he was out on bail
Fuck what you heard of, and I won't be the one to tell
Like I ain't the nigga to bail, even though I've been gone
While ya'll niggas stay gone, 52 on his deck, money through his card strong
Hungry for the rep, but couldn't chew beef, most of his teeth were gone
Except for the gold one he tried to pawn

[Chorus 2X]

[Free Murda]
Yeah, I don't give five, even when I dead it off
Ain't Queen Latifah, but I 'set it off'
Want me a fine diva when I let it off
And I told, only skeezers wanna get it off
My big meanest, cleanest, penis
I'm conceited, want brains like a genius
Girl, I mean this, sex cock to the window
Bout to make this fuckin' 'bedrock' like a Flintstone
It hurt, didn't want a kid at all
Big cousin Dirt McGirt told me hit it raw
Shimmy Shimmy Ya, get bread and the birds
Out to get it off, they pray and pray on my downfall
You need to call it off, ugly bitch, hit the door
Trick fallin' off, like Humpty did on the wall
We broke, girls want dick chew, that's what I relate to
Getting swallowed clean, and I don't trick or treat not even on Halloween

[Chorus 2X]

[ShaCronz]
My moms said the law calling, I ain't returning his page
I'm far from the devil, but I'm learning his ways
Skinning through my life, burning his haze
Like what the fuck I'm on this Earth for, shootouts and turf wars
Living by the hour, but I know that I'm worth more
Pops in the Nation, Granddad was a Mason
See why I don't listen and I'm inpatient
Plus standing on this block, got my limbs aching
These ain't about that, I'm wild like an outback
Hustle hard, to play the corners like a mouse trap
Hate clowns that start shit when they get the word about you
Come back like "Dog, I was drunk", after they heard about you
Fuck about my face, prince, I ain't with this fake shit
A lot of these niggas on my hate list
Catch me in the M-45, with ten or more guys
And four black chumps ready to end your lives

[Chorus 2X]