DEATH NOTE lyrics

[Intro: Misa's Song]
Be careful what you do
Cause god is watching your every move
Hold my hand in the dark street
For if you do I know that I'll be safe

[Verse 1: Bones]
What?
Coming down slick
It's a young white pimp
25's on the rims
Hunnid b*tches on my di*k
Beeper beeping off da hook
Switchblade got 'em shook
Take your first love away
Turn that girl into my slave
Feed her drugs all day
Then I bury her at night
Hundred xans, hundred plans, I done turn the route right
No chain on my neck
No watch on my wrist
Just a blunt up in my hand
Sippin' ice cold Cris
Fiji water shower getting clean blowin’ smoke
f*ck a $100 shirt
Hand me downs on my bones
You can have the fashion
I don't need it when I'm rapping
Set a fire to your Gucci and I'm burning down your cabin (yeah, aye)
You a pus*y and you know it
You acting like you hard
Cause you don't wanna show it
You really just a b*tch
You really just a b*tch (what, what, huh?)
Drugs in my veins
b*tch I'm high all day
Ain't a damn thing changed
Since the f*ckin' eighth grade
Drugs in my veins
b*tch I'm high all day
Ain't a damn thing changed
Since the f*ckin' eighth grade
[Verse 2: Wavy Jone$]
I'm still the same kid
Doing the same sh*t
With two blunts up on my lip b*tch
I bump Limp Bizkit when I flip bricks
That black biscuit gonna hit licks
I got white rocks in my white socks
I been chopping blocks since blacktops
Drop the top, give me brain
Ain't sh*t changed since 8th grade
Sgt. slaughter, camo bucket
Top rope and I'm throwing suck its
Road dog off that chyna white
In that D-X tank we gon ride tonight
I'm all black and gold, Dustin Rhodes
Herringbone from 94
My b*tch thick like big show
Like Monday night I keep my sh*t raw
I'm getting high with your b*tch
While I lie with your b*tch
We gonna ride for the night
She willing to die for this di*k
Homicide in my eyes
Redrum in my cup
When I die, bury me with a blade and a blunt
Jone$