Lyrics:
Soul With A Capital S

Evil cuts the records like a psycho with a switchblade You see a blur that's the crossfade Loud and proud, words bombard the crowd Look up in the air you see a

since a nigga thirteen Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse See I won't hesitate to kill you Wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs Fucking

from outta state I gotta date with big scrilla the top billa, lampin rockin mansion and a villa punany killa o' mighty dealer with mean stacks and green backs lampin with a

G-d for all that life brings The poor man has it all but not content with anything While the rich man's hands are empty but he's sitting like a king

all but not content with anything While the rich man's hands are empty but he's sitting like a kind [bridge] [verse 3] Backpack's geting heavey, moving at a

I have to use a gat to show you where I'm at? Or pose with a forty ounce and fake like a killer With a long black Cack like a small-time dope dealer

I've been burin' the blues With a capital B Surfin' in hell For a brand new me Got a bone to pick With my skeleton crew Cashin' in My IOUs Smoke 'em

, my I'm feelin' high My money's gone I'm all alone Too much to see The world keeps turnin' Oh what a day Day what a day Peace and blessin's manifest with

You cannot kill me or have me leanin' slumped on a project gate With one in my stomach, barely breathin' My mom's grievin', my wife cryin', my kid's a