Makaveli in this Killuminati, all through your body. The blows like a 12 guage shotty. Feel me. Come with me, Hail Mary, nigga. Run quick, see? What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? God said he should send his one big odd son to lead the wild in to the ways of the man. Follow me. Be my flesh, flesh and my flesh. Come with me. Hail Mary, nigga. Run quick, see? What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? I ain't a killer but don't push me. Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy. Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted. Peep the weakness in the rap game and sort it. Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin'. Seein' niggas comin' for me, to my diamonds when they glistenin'. Now pay attention, Rest in peace father, I'm a ghost in these killin' fields, Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a mad man. Screams in the dark, evil lurks. Enemies see me flee. Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame. Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim. Some say the game is all corrupted, fuck this shit. Stuck, niggas lucky if we bust out this shit. Plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut. Fuck the world if they can't adjust. It's just as well. Hail Mary. Come with me. Hail Mary, nigga. Run quick, see? What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? (Repeat) Penitentiary's is packed with promise makers. Never realize the precious time that bitch niggers was wastin'. Institutionalized I live my life a product made to crumble, but too hardened for a smile, were too crazy to be humble. We ballin'! Catch be father please cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store. Pass the Hennessy I hear you callin'. Can I get some more? Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared. Mama checkin' in my bedroom I ain't there. I got a head with no screws in it. What can I do? One life to live but I got nothin' to lose. Just me and you on a one way trip to prison. Sellin' drugs we all wrapped up in this livin' life as thugs. To my homeboys in Clinton Max doin' their deal, "Raise hell to this real shit and feel this." When they turn out the lights I'll be there in the dark, thuggin' eternal through my heart. Now Hail Mary, nigger. Come with me. Hail Mary, nigga. Run quick, see? What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? (Repeat) (Kastro) They got an APB out on my thug family. Since Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead. Head down K blasted off of Hennessy and Thai chronic. Mixed it, now I'm twisted, blistered and high. Visions of me thug livin' gettin' me by. Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs. When I die they won't cry unless they come in with slugs. (Young Noble) Peep the whole scene, and whatever's goin' on around me. Brain kind of cloudy, smoked out, feelin' rowdy. Ready to wet the party up and whoever in that mother fucker. Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers on a regula. Mashin' in a stolen black Integra. Cock back sixty seconds 'til the draw, that's when I'm deadin' ya. Feet first. You gotta a nice gat but my heat's worse. From a thug to preachin' church, I gave you love now you eatin' dirt. Needin' work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on, 'cause word in bond. When I was broke I had to hustle 'til dawn. That's when the sun came up, There's only one way up. Hold ya head, stay up. To all my nigga's get your pay and wait up. (Kastro) If it's on then it's on, we rate B-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate? To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take. Dealin' with fate, hoping God don't close the gate. (Repeat ) Come with me, Hail Mary, nigga. Run quick, see? What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? (Repeat) We've been traveling on this wavy road long time. Life can be a heavy load but we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary West side, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don. Solo. Killuminati. Seven Days... Transcription 1997 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs. Written by makaveli, Young Nobel, Kastro. 1996 Death Row/Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved. Used without permisson.