over dope money (Let's go) Bust your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon) We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide niggas (Let's go) Death is the
Remember Pun? Yeah, check me out Remember Pun? Terror Squad I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis, the God of War like
: XV] I'm A-W-E, some call me awesome Some call me Vizzy, honeys call me often Gator on my shirt, what did it Lacoste him? Jesus Christ I'm good, please
harmony And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha! I never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one
jail Hot coal on your trail, sinners'll go to hell I got a soul for sale, well, let's start the bidding at a tragic death Who knows what's finna happen next? Cousin of death
:1 i need christ thats the only thing i know i really cant read write im strangled by animosity from my own people baby its hard to be nice my face is
[20 seconds of instrumental to open] [Z-Ro] Who else but me, can see the state of emergency that we face Cause wearin of certain clothin can get a
the lab taking golden seal For tomorrows drug test Scared niggaz hugging they techs Don't want to get plugged next Outside there's a bloodfeast We all product, faced
go) Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas (C'mon) If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas (Let's go) Death is the only thing that might
cut-throats, they deep throat to lay with me I reminise how I missin starin' in space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' that face Layin up
me on death row A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we
hooves and death booksa?¦ Came to a Tech N9ne show and got tooka?¦. By the lyrical anghellical voice that's shooka?¦ Satan, the lord rebutes yaa?¦ The power of Christ
, shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears Escape outta your ducts, every time you hear my name You better duck fate or catch a fuckin' face
run Cherishing every last breath But I ain't going back It's freedom or death That be my motive 4 murder Now I know you the judge of life and death
a weapon on my waist within arm's reach, that's my baby keep it strapped in like a car seat, yes, though i walk through the valley in the shadows of death
Uh, young Christ Our father I'll ride for my niggas, I'll die for my niggas Bodies get hard soul touch the sky Numbers gettin' called God shut my eyes
Dying felt so goddamn good today If I was ever alive well it's hard to say It was kissing my eyelids and burning my face away Dying felt so goddamn good