My Soul

*the sound of rain falling and a devil like voice laughing*

A man is heard running and breathing fast
Scared man: damn! wha...

The running gets faster, the man is breathing faster, and he sounds
Terrified. the devil's laughing is getting much louder

There is the sound of things being knocked over as if the man is trying
To hide and everything is in his way

Scared man: what you want man? what you want from me?

Devil: your soul!

Chorus:
I got one mo switch i can hit
I got one mo bullet in my clip
I got one mo drink i can steal
I got one mo sack i can twist
Verse 1, coolio:
I wear a "s" on my chest
I prefer my vest
And if the chronic run out, loc, pass the stress
Cause all i wanna do is just roll my things
Turn up the alphine and let the woofers bang bang
To the boogie say up jump the boogie
He was tryin' to get a grip on my cookies
I shook thee
I coulda took him, but he wadn't even worth a bullet
I had my finger on the trigger, but i couldn't pull it
From defamation to desimation
Every day is like summer vacation
A nigga couldn't wait for somethin good to put in yo kenwood
Turn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hood
I'm a eastside nigga (nigga)
Gotta have sprilla (sprilla)
Do or die, low down, real life killa (killa)
They comin' through the hold on tip toe
You swear, so
I gotta get your grip, hoe

Chorus

Verse 2, 40 thevz (lek ratt, p.s.):
Yes, yes, y'all (yes y'all)
40 thevz in the house, with a fifth y'all (fifth y'all)
Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp, y'all (pimp y'all)
When i'm rollin' through your hood in my six, ohhhh, that be you
When our four colors rock, front and ass out
All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block
Your sounds ain't beatin
So your girls ain't freakin
Watch your fly, got the whole post meetin
Hit 'em in their eyes
And go suicides
Later, pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it's like
To hit the mic for a licken
Hell no, i ain't trippin
Cause i kinda like pimpin
Bein' freer than a pigeon
Got your bitch down in positions
All kinda ways
40 thevz pimpin these suckas till they graze
So, come with these weak flows if you must
But i got a hundred and twenty-one mo rounds i can bust

Chorus

Verse 3, coolio:
Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride
Like clyde
Drexler, this is eastside
Westa, recognize the routine
Mo jackers and packers than the super bowl ring team
So, why you tellin me to sell a key of yayo
That's how you give a fellow need like jayo
We lay low
All up in the cut
If it's suicide then roll the bustas up
And i'ma hit 'em up like uppercut
Better shuffle yo feet like double dutch
Now the party didn't start til i walked in
And it probably wont end til i sip hen
But in the meantime
And in between time
Better tuck in your chin
And learn to take your lumps and grin
You know you can't wait cause i'ma stay on one
One switch, one sack, one sip, but i ain't done

Chorus, repeat 4x

Verse 1, coolio, malika:
I'm gettin bunions from all the disrespectful sisters in my face
I give love
But when push come to shove
I'm 'posed to solo
Diggin me out the ditch
(hey, hey, cool, give me some chips, fool) ain't that a bitch
Ain't no cash just fallin out the sky
You hella high
But why why did she touch the tie?
But i start on full wit a gangsta limp
Morris couldn't see this pimp
I'm backslappin gimps
True, i'll be in the cut, but you notice me
Try to throw with me
Now you wanna roll with me, fate
I'll lead you left instead of right
Tonight's the night
So, let's get the situation tight
I hear 'em tryin to playa hate me on the under
My momma said, "never let a sucker take you asunder"
Don't be gettin outta line where it concerns mine
It might be your time, but it's my rhyme

Chorus, coolio, malika:

Can i get down one time to make the people say yeah
And nobody wont care?
Can i get down one time without
All the criticism and media in my business?
Can i get down one time and release my rhyme
And speak my mind?
Can i get down one time?
Can i get down one time?

Verse 2, malika:

I take my picture with a smile like jack
Cause i'm back
You picturin all them chips in stack
I got love, though, don't be no stank hoe
I'm not fallin for the gank, yo
God i thank, though
Enemies it's your decision
The gift i been givin
Got you in the life i'm livin
Watch your sane, sane like marley mike
Your game ain't right
You be slippin every night
I'm hoverin up in the nest with the claws out
Cause he had his paws out
When he paused out
He's out, now it's in with the new
In with the two
You know how these thieves do

Chorus

Verse 3, malika, coolio:

I can't do what i want, or how i wanna
This shit is drama
So what is it you want, huh?
We tryin to make it to the tizzy
I'll be a hella busy bee
The gizzy
Through the frizzy, is we
Tryin to have somethin
We goin off frontin
Cause nothin leaves nothin
And nothin means we head bumpin
Pumpin, no punk can hit this, my stable
Twistin me a fable
Somethin sweet like sable

You shoulda reached out and grabbed it and got his pay nice
Jealousy got him dropped, with his neck sliced
Liquor be revelain
The homies true feelins
So, i be willin
To turn into a villian
Then if you're still with me
You got to chill with me
Bustin lyrics with a skill when they deal with me
Never senseless
Thank you for your business
And i got more rhymes
Than l.a. times got headlines

Chorus, repeat 4x

Intro:
A homeboy is somebody that got your back
Whether you right or wrong
Somebody that excepts you for what you are
Not what you got on, what you can do for them
If you lucky enough to have some then
You know what i'm talkin bout

Verse 1:

Friends, how many of us have them
And not that many
The chances of meeting someone these days you can trust is skinny
But, it seems there really ain't a damn thing you can do
Cause since the seventies, it seems everybody been rolling with a crew
A team, a gang, a posse, or some type-a click
And if your firm ain't thick
Then your squad becomes vixed
Be extra careful or the ones you call your partna
Cause what they really is, is a busta out to rob ya
And, be weary of strangers bearing your god and gifts
And a wolf in sheeps clothing
Cause some of y'all ain't knowing
Me and you go back like roaches in the projects
And, we done been through things they still ain't even thought of yet
A good homie is hard to come by
But most times you get done by the ones you trust most
So, i gotta raise a toast
To my tried and tested, and straight up for real dose
Pour yourself some exol, this ones here for you, loc

Chorus: coolio, montell jordan

I don't fly on air, walk on water (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Uh, but, i'm damn sure your partner (ooh-ooh-ooh)
You can count on me to the end (oh-yeah)
Thick and thin, nigga
You can call me homeboy (you can call me homeboy)
If i got a quarter, then you got a dime (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And, you can call me up no matter what the time (ooh-ooh-ooh)
If you watch my back, then i'll watch yours, nigga
You can call me homeboy (call me homeboy)

Verse 2:

Now i done met a lot of haters in my lifetime
That i would of smoked if i would of had a tek 9
But, here i stand as a man, and i'm free to say
I'm hella glad that my momma didn't raise me that way
And the homies i grew up with
Locs i threw up with
Is the kind of fools that you don't want to buck with
Why does it seem that the good brothers die
And the evil brothers live
And prosper and multiply
Pass the hennessey to the left hand side
Want some many dirt for the homies that expired
I hope you rest in peace
And, when it's time for my release
I'll meet you at the crossroads dippin in the low-low
But, until then i'ma keep my rolls slow
My flow on tight, and stay rollin with the 4-0
This is comin from the one and only
And like mc shan said, "i'll never leave you lonely"

Chorus: coolio, montell jordan

I don't fly on air, walk on water (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
But, i'm damn sure your partner (ooh-ooh-ooh)
You can count on me to the end (oh-yeah)
Thick and thin, nigga
You can call me homeboy (you can call me homeboy)
If i got a quarter then you got a dime (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And, you can call me up no matter what the time (ooh-ooh-ooh)
If you watch my back, then i'll watch yours, nigga
You can call me homeboy (call me homeboy)

Verse 3:

Me and you is like family
And everybody know that we go back to back
And we go toe to toe
Comin from the west
Where the sets run thick
Where brothers either bang or try to make a grip
I cross my heart and hope to die
I never lie
I run out on mine
Anywhere or anytime
Me and my homies don't get involved with that he say, she say
But, if you've lost you'll recieve a ass whippin with your instant replay
Or, deckin like tekken
So, show some respect when respect is given to you
And, watch out for the forty too
Fake curve
And fools who got the nerve
To pretend that they was down
When last month they wadn't even around
West coast, east coast, and worldwide
My homies in the pen, and my homies that lived and died
I'm still the same little nappy head brother from the eastside
And, you can call me homeboy

Chorus: coolio, montell jordan

I don't fly on air or walk on water (or walk on water, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
But, i'm damn sure your partner (ooh-ooh-ooh)
You can count on me to the end (oh-yeah)
Thick and thin, nigga
You can call me homeboy (you can call me homeboy)
If i got a quarter then you got a dime
(if i got a quarter then you got a dime)
And, you can call me up no matter what the time (ooh-ooh-ooh)
If you watch my back, then i'll watch yours
(watch my back, then i'll watch yours, yours)
You can call me homeboy (call me homeboy)
I don't fly on air, walk on water (iiii, don't walk on water, no)
You can count on me till the end (count on me till the end, oh-yeah)
Thick and thin (thick and thin)
You can call me homeboy (call me homeboy)
If i got a quarter then you got a dime
(if i got a quarter then you got a dime)
And, you can call me up no matter what the time
(call me up no matter what the time)
If you (if you)
(watch my back, i'll watch yours, yours)
You can call me homeboy (call me homeboy)
(you can call me homeboy, boy, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(i got your back, ooh-ooh-ooh)
(you can call me homeboy)
(you can call me homeboy)

Chorus:
When night falls over the city
Gotta be ready cause it feels like
Somebody's comin to get me

Verse 1:
It's ten o'clock and darkness covers my area
And every night it's gettin a little bit more scarier
The eleven o'clock monday news is mo like a horror flick
People sure have changed, it seems that they enjoying this
Death and destruction
With no instruction
Leads to malfunction, disruption, and full consumption
How can i escape this mind state that i'm in?
I been tryin, but it seems that i can't win
I've fallen and i can't get up
And the homies that was my homies went and set me up
Somebody tried to tell me that it was all in my brain
I tried to act a hard male runnin cocaine
But it still don't ease my pain
Am i insane or a victim of my own fears?
What's goin on we supposed to be happy here
God don't make no junk that's what i been told
But it seems to me that god ain't in control

Chorus:
When night falls over the city (when the night falls)
Gotta be ready cause it feels like (feels like somebody)
Somebody's comin to get me (when the night falls)

When night falls over the city (when the night falls, ooh-yeah)
I gotta be ready cause it feels like
Somebody's comin to get me (comin to get me)

Verse 2:
I need assistance, but all i get is resistance
I try to be persistent, but life can be gone in an instant
I'm scared to turn around cause i know somebody's watching
I can feel they evil stares, and i know that they plottin on me
And scheamin, i wish i was dreamin
If my mind was free i could chase away the demons
But in ain't, and they still can't understand that
All i ever wanted in life was a chance to be a man
The same old pattern has got me goin crazy, loc
Descendent of a king, but i feel like a royal joke
Is this a sequel?
Are all men created equal?
The lies you told to the people back then now they is lethal
And now we swimmin in a pool like shark bait (like shark bait!)
Feel my pulse race, abnormal heart rate (heart rate!)
And now i'm startin to feel like i might come up missin
I tried to tell somebody but nobody wouldn't listen

Chorus:
When night falls (when the night falls) over the city (over the city)
Gotta be ready cause it feels like
Somebody's comin to get me (comin to get me)

When night falls (when the night falls, yeah) over the city
I gotta be ready cause it feels like (i wanna be)
Somebody's comin to get me (comin)

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooohhhh

Verse 3:
I'm feelin oppressed, this stifle
My life is trifle
No family, friends, or relations, so i sleep with my rifle
And my pistol, i'm seein stars and hearin whistles
One shot from a little junky ass twenty-two will tear a whole in your gristle
Wont stay to state side
Cause the unpure fall off the fall by the way side
So stay your ass on the plate side
There's nothin to fear but the fear itself
And if you control the fear then the fear is wealth
Do i have power or do i have no self control?
These long, lonely nights have made my heart grow cold
Hear my pleads, can somebody help a g
And, will we fight this battle for eternity
I blame you cause my mind is not my own
So, don't blame me if i trespass in yo zone
I'm your creation
The product of a twisted nation
Guess this is what you're facin (facin!)

Chorus:
When night falls (when the sun goes down) over the city (over the city)
Gotta be ready cause it feels like
Somebody's comin to get me (somebody help me!)

When night falls (when the night falls) over the city (over the city)
Gotta be ready cause it feels like (over the city, over the city, over the city!)
Somebody's comin to get me

When night falls (when the night falls) over the city
Gotta be ready cause it feels like
Somebody's comin to get me

When night falls (when the night falls) over the city (over!)
Gotta be ready cause it feels like
Somebody's comin to get me

When night falls over the city
I gotta be ready cause it feels like
Somebody's comin to get me (comin to get me, get me, get me, get me, get me)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooohhhh

Uh! yeah! what up?
Verse 1:
I know y'all wanna take me down
I know y'all wanna see me get clowned
I know y'all wanna take my sound
And put a nigga like me in the lost and found
But i refuse to fade
I'll stay this way
Spreadin venom in the mic till i'm old and gray
And now niggaz wanna attack me
Flip-flop and back me
But fool you's a mackey
I'll starch your ass like some khakis
Your shit is tacky and you better play the backwoods
Me and my crew will use your cd for a hackey sack
Imagine that
And it shouldn't be hard
Cause your style ain't large
And you wanna make all the profits with crowbars
Can u dig it?
When nothin can save it
Shock your ass like a phaser
Burn and cut like a laser
Amaze you, with this flava
I run with a pack of tennis shoe playa's

Chorus:
Can u dig it? *singing* can u dig it?
Can u dig it?

Can u dig it? *singing* can u dig it?
Can u dig it?

Verse 2:
The first law of age is called survival
That's why i'm deadly on revival
And it's vital
To my basic instinct
That all wack mc's become extinct
Because we on the brink
Or, should i say the edge
Like a schizsophrenic with seventeen personalities walkin on a ledge
Then you can't see the black cause it's blocked by the blue and the red
U.f.o.'s
And scandalous ass hoes
Waist deep in the shit, it's still smellin' like a rose
And i suppose
You want me to play superstar
And when i see you on the street act like i don't know who you are
So, you can run back and tell that
But i wont do that
So, fool you can chew that
To all sucka mc's you better beware
I been conjurin up forces way back in my lair
And my crew don't scare
And we don't care
We act, we wear, i swear

Chorus

Verse 3:
It's the thrilla
Straight outta compton, not manilla
Got a chokehold on the mic like i was m.c. gorilla
Take this to the heart for real a
Don't you ever try to steal a
Like aids this shit came like gin a
Might fuck up your liva
Call me pharoh cause i'm floatin bustas up the river
When i deliver
Make your sister and your grandma shiver
Top feelin steadily rakin up the scrilla
Kickin back in my easy chair sippin on some henna
?exol? cause my whole crew is locin
And fools always tryin to fix shit that ain't broken
I'm down with pixies so you don't wanna see me
So, grab everyone in your crew and disapeer like a genie
Never said i was the best but i ain't the one to be testin
Cross the line and in pieces you'll be destined
Don't stop, get it, get it
Cause i blow up the spot everytime i grab the mic and hit it, hit it

Chorus, repeat 3x

Verse 1:
*singing* it's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose
*rapping* i got a little proposition, homey, check it out, we gonna put it down
Cause you and i go way back, and i know you done been around
These peeps that i know done put me up on some shit
Nigga, we could all come up loc, we could all make grips
Now i ain't talkin bout no bullshit ass flippin z's
I'm talkin trump type access, they comin off a gang of keys
Now what exscuse you got to play?
You got a wife and baby on the way?
Well, that makes it mo better
We gon work this shit together
We gonna stack enough loochie to get your girls gift from gucci
And send your baby to college and ain't no gettin caught
Cause we gon use the type of knowledge that they never tripped off of befo
They ain't even ready for this hellified shit we got in sto (that's right)
And i done used the g to hook up that manpower
Shit have the okay to folks taught pillsbury how to push flour
Now all we gotta do is make sure this shit go through, partna (right)
Now call your crew, cause we got work to do
*talking* it's a fifty-fifty chance that you can get stuck
And then snake eyes are crafted, and we shit outta luck
*singing* it's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
*talking* but if we make this shit work the whole crew gon come up
With thousands in the seiko's, dane's, and fat pocketbooks.
*singing* it's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose

Verse 2:
*rapping* next level in the game, homey, it's time to get this shit movin
We went up fifty keys on ?speck? and now we got some shit to prove it (right)
We got the contacts in vegas that's where we go got our troops
They'll be the ones in the casino lines dressed in blue suits
And afta shorty, vic, and spider done picked up the shit
They gon lay low a few days to make the trip look legit (that's right)
But, just in case them niggaz get any fucked up ideas
We gon send wino and big homie to watch our back with the gear (right)
And then them niggaz gonna take the midnight train to dallas (dallas)
We got to hook up them baggage plans to ras kass, misses alice
The cool thing about her is that if she get caught
It's still all in the family so she ain't gonna sell a nigga out
*talking*
Aight, then, maybe they should get a u-haul pack that shit in a matress
*rapping*
Nah, they best go greyhound, it's still the same as motherfuckin taxes
And all we gotta do is hold our breath about three more days
And cross our fingers, and hope nobody get popped along the way
*talking* you can make this quick lick and be set up for life
But if your ass get stuck, i hope it ain't your third strike
*singing* it's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
*talking* and them things you last expect, sometimes out there waitin
But i hope you understand if you caught then you ain't got shit to say
*singing* it's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose
It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose

Verse 3:
*talking* everything is goin according to plan
This shit is on its way to the man, to the man
Sit next to the goddamned man (right)
But there's one thing you should know
There's some bustas on the bus talkin loud and drinkin and actin the fool,
That shit ain't cool (say what?)
Now, i don't want to have to switch this loc
So, send some bodies to the next stop to get this under control
(they on they way)
But be aware that they all wearin navy uniforms
And they got medals and patches and shit, they think that say desert storm
And they got "gung ho" written all over they chest
So tell lek ratt, d-dog, p.s. to wear they vest
It's gettin kinda cold out here so i'ma have to be gone
*sirens and helicopters*
Wait, here that? oh, i think somethin wrong *gunshots*
What's up? baby, what's goin on, man? what! what the fuck happenin?
Aw, shit, my nigga, i'ma have to face shit
I think somebody set us up, there's feds all over the place
*rapping* that's the name of the game, that's the way the game go
Sometimes you rise high, and sometimes you sink low
*singing* it's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
*rapping* if you make it back to the hood then i'll see you around
But if they got somebody watchin, then stay your ass outta town
*singing* it's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose
It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose
It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose

Verse 1:
If you free your mind your ass has got to
But you're caught up in that same ol' patent and trap that the homies go through
Searchin' for answers without no questions
You thought it could never happen to you and your crew, but y'all was no exception
It started out as fun and it was all about kicks (kicks)
But each and every kick turned out to be a trick
Imagine this you got no family, you got no ends
You got no hustle, no muscle, no car, no clothes, you got no friends
You once was the neighborhood boss and hog
And no g livin' legend like walkin' dogs
Niggaz hate to admit it, but they know it's true
Damn near everybody in the hood, includin' the kids, wanna be just like you
So, hear i stand as a witness, or, should i say a reclaimed victim
Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system
You can roll what i roll in the swirl from the smoke
Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope
Chorus:
The devil is dope (dope)
Out of control
The devil is dope
The devil is dope
Out to get your soul (yeah-yeah)
The devil is dope

Verse 2:
Things seen only imagined and in dreams
Until, the same nightmares in tv screens your teenage screams (ahh!)
Cause the dosage wasn't right
Now his chest is gettin' tight
And everything is goin' black
But it's the middle of the day, figure that
But you still can't see with a thousand watt beam (blind!)
And you need mo gin to feed your triple beam with schemes (wake up!)
Cause traffic done slowed up like the one ten at five
So, you dance the street section at around two, to try to stay alive
And now you trapped tryin' to play hockey with some tic tac's (tic tac's!)
And niggaz tellin' you to kick back and bend back, but you already did that
And all money ain't good money
But everybody want the cream and honey
Thinkin' that the other side is all green plus it's sunny (yeah!)
But, money, lust, and jealousy most lead to treachery
From a.c. to o.g. to p.g. to p.c.b.
As you call for your locs, set adrift in the smoke
It's like murder, heat, smoke, the devil is dope

Chorus

Verse 3:
Sunshine on your mind but darkness prevails
You move your sales from motel to hotel
Prerequisite for a blast, merchandise, cash, or ass
Bloodshed often is the door where personalaties crash
And it's your task to try to make a meal ticket
So, you can kick it and be swift with your chicken (bock-bock!)
You's a victim and since you got your own mind
It ain't all your fault, but you gotta do your own time
Choose your weapon cause your first impression
Often dictates the situation that you find yourself caught in
If you still blind and you can't see
You better obtain yourself some glasses and clear your vision like dmc (don't run!)
And remember what i told you
Remember who brought a soldier
I wanna wake you up like sega
Consume large amounts of dank-a
Man overboard
Beware of the underlords
Stay your ass on the boat, the devil is dope (ooh-ooh!)

Chorus: repeat 2x with adlibs in there