Broken hearts cant call the cops Yeah - its a perfect crime Twisting and turning the night keeps me yearning Im burning alive Im paying the price again But Ill see the light again
go again Now feel this banger while it’s running through you Here we go again We come to hit y’all with that nigga music Here we go again More shit for
I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid I drop noise that employs the unbelievable Recline like receding hairline, crime
Yeah, yeah, uh huh Race against time, ha part two You know, haha, Uh, c'mon Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha Nothin like the future [Verse 1] Guess who's back
all bosses making money off music, murder, and torture Who got what it cost for a coffin Nigga you a dead man walking, this is extortion We organized crime
mental overload Angry again, angry again, angry again And again and again, again Engaged in crime I grasp my throat Enraged my mind starts to smoke Enforce a mental overload Angry again, angry again
out of here He could just make it, her [Incomprehensible] in their tongue And she's in a basement crime She can't give this much of a fuck again So she
askin, rappers is all fashion Xzibit keep mashing through Got any lost words? I got two Drive up, on you like that! Once again Chamber Music, what
say you a mark-a Anyway we go on I bet a no say we stop wit lyrics and de music and right on de ? EASE UP and come again my selector All over de world
prejudice, let's dismiss this If you want to, you can dub it to your hit list I know you gon' to, we in this to replenish yo' musical wish list When it come to this music
need all my change soon as i come up Im pullin my people up outta tha bullshit Thats why we choose this thugsta music use it smoothly dont abuse it
me since lived a life of scene got a shot, had to breathe again my face on the tv and what this little mind gonna need again i ain't trying to make a
't paid. MJG In the middle of doin crime (Uggh), it never stopped me from writin rhymes It never stopped me from playin music, God, but it didn't mean
music, I'm fightin' up sheisters who lay with my cyanide, Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, ha! Those who commit the ultimate crimes
back at it again whatever the outcome its music to the end. (Chorus) As life goes by in the blink of an eye i stayed focus on writing my rhymes these streets are inviting to crime
up, play it again That's the joint, that's the jam Turn that shit up, play it again That's the joint, that's the jam Turn that shit up, play it again
's the cousin of death Always feels like a race against father time In the streets of New York All I see is street hoes, and bullet holes in my people Only crime
