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