Chorus:
Made by the, ah, Flesh (flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh)
(the Flesh, the Flesh)
[Flesh-N-Bone]
Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide
deep in your mental, Flesh'll get you mesmerized
Must I force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the Flesh
And it be test or tried, even if they (gonna fight)
And the Afta Maff, when I'm on, go on home
It ain't shit, thought you knew me 'til I made it know
Nothin' to pick up the gauge, explosion, blown
Contend with the fifth dog,
never could anyone check how I'm servin' for the C-L-E
Get took to the streets, and the thugsta down on the St. Clair
Hit up ya S-C-T, when I'm hangin', swangin' with the G's
Give each other peace, pass around my fifth of rum
Everybody talkin' shit and steady reminiscin' on back in the days
how we used to roll bankroll fold
Nigga makin' his money, daily double
It's the reason why you're countin' stacks
If a psycho ?; gonna break lose
Nigga test, and come rippin' through the tracks
They packin' a gat, and you're not just in case of a jack
If you didn't you done, snatched
In a little while no daylight, won't be fun
No wonder if you slippin', you hung
Some run, tryin' to get away
say can't escape from a thugsta trailer
So many victims, had to leave 'em (smellin') for yellin'
I kill 'em and hop in the smug
start bailin' back on the strip by twelve
Might as well, set up shop 'til them coppers come up
Tryin' to raid off my organization, runnin' shit all through the nation
Just thought he would straight up try to set up the mission that me on
Chorus
[Flesh-N-Bone]
Hold still, bitch
If you slippin', you bet h
