Evil Needle - Sin City Bre(A)D lyrics

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Evil Needle - Sin City Bre(A)D lyrics

[Intro: JGivens] This is the epitaph of a tantrum thrown Creator drops favour on the land through the hand of the average Joe The champ is home Now come up off your watch, socks iPhone and the throne [Verse 1: JGivens] We Joe Budden, sabotagin' it Your only option is arson or dodgin' it So stop, drop then you dodge like the rams in the thicket lambs In the digits of the hands in the land of bones West side of the train tracks black settlin' Room to your elephant backpacks, evident Heaven sent grace to the blackjack residents Eloquent, we some rat pack predicate Snakes try to swallow them rats like Tom Green But watch y'all three light up as on E Arm, double leg, arm, hands, missin' a omni And a house needs nails at least like, um, three We so Vegas from Lake Mead to Rampart Aga**i, D Street, see Springs and Clark We've seen Elohim fade all that scam art Mary where the empty cemetery is the landmark [Hook: JGivens] One to the Bay, three to the head Sin City bread givin' Sin City bread like bloaw Hold up, raised in the Bay Best pray when we show up This many bed, peace to the dead Sin City bread givin' Sin City bread right now [Verse 2: I.C. Jonez] Better watch out on them streets with the alphabet Dead over dead presidents when them streets turn to presidents Washington, MLK Came to visit, came to play, now pay like you wait Can't play, you're stuck, now stay Now you want pray My granddaddy was the first black blackjack dealer Didn't have to be 21 to see my first stripper Found out somethin' 'bout Mary then Stiller Then she carried the baby that could've been k**ed by a grip of the baby k**er The city I'm in, the city of sin Keep prayin' for the city, amen Stop chasin' cat, dog, Stimpy and Ren Took over Vegas main street to the wind Westside, I've learned to spit like phlegm, feather in brim Used to throw up a six, stomp you out with the tims Then he hit me with the spirit like a clip that extends [Hook: JGivens] (x2) One to the Bay, three to the head Sin City bread givin' Sin City bread like bloaw Hold up, raised in the Bay Best pray when we show up This many bed, peace to the dead Sin City bread givin' Sin City bread right now

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