Skydive

[Talking] You need me to peal ya banana? Rock the bandana? Scared to come to Detroit? Runnin', hidin' cracked out Witcha momma. While you play witcha baby dolls and Pajamas, don't letcha moms getcha brains blew out Wit' the cannon. I know you scared. Oh you scared You scared. I know you scared. Oh you scared, you Scared. Check this out... It's about time you turned this off 'Cuz I'ma go and get my sawed-off And drink some fuckin' Smirnoff And blow ya fuckin' head off So much blood can't get the red off You're better really dead off Say the wrong thing can set a war off Like Hitler, Adolf It's a thin line between showin' love and settin' hate off Pushin' powder for power, takin' cream from cowards I would hate to not clock every hour Something wicked comes this way-off So you better pray-off For another day, if not you might be shot Wit' the AK-off Die when the bullets spray off Jesus Christ, you begged for ya life twice When the mortician embalmed ya body he took ya ice In the coffin people often said you looked nice Witcha Royal Blue suit on, half ya face gone It's time to pay up when the bodies catch the spray up Evil that's still in these streets still won't allow me to put the K up When the dope don't weigh up, these bitches wanna lay up All in the D Spot and get the streets hot The narcos roll around here lookin' for the crooks The hatas live around here give me dirty looks I heard some hatas plottin' wanna kick my door in 'Cuz I gots more ends then all of ya hoe-ass kins Oh no, can't trust nobody, this game is deadly And murder's on my mind inside my musical medley And I (Chorus) Skydive, just to stay alive Maximum overdrive, some don't survive I need some 'Therapy' but ain't nobody helpin' me These bitches think I'm crazy I'm fallin', I hear the demons callin' [2x] Callin' my name, steady beggin' for change Don't blame me for Russian Roulette when you started the game Dead men don't sing, ain't no heroes in Hell So you walk the bloody trail, either dead or in jail I'ma bless you but you should pray for me 'Cuz I be doin' wicked shit on the daily Suicidalist, the suicidal recital The U-N-H-O-L-Y be my muthafuckin' title Murder rappers and combat so homicidal I'm the center of the universe I burst worse, I shoot first When I do dirt you cursed Last ride in the hearse The preacher kicked the last verse He told everybody gather around If ya mind is lost, may your soul be found If a bullet took away somebody you really loved I see ya blessin's comin' down from the Heavens above 'Cuz I (Chorus)