the times? Fuelling incentives, with ulterior motives The days are gone for passive voices, singing songs about the eve of destruction Bombs falling, bombs falling Bombs fall
Just why you came back again, you hate the fame Love the game, cold as ice you remain Fuck em' all, tell 'em all eat shit, here we go again So, god
you dropping bombs? Have you heard of diplomatic resolve, yeah? Precipitation, which side are you on? Are you on the rise? Are you falling down? Let me know Come on let's go
Ice-T, come talk wit reality star Tell dem bout da endin of da world today.. COME! [Ice-T] I got a attitude as thick as a convict's Bomb ticks, my heart
tell em' all eat shit, here we go again You can get the dick, just call me the ball sack I'm nuts, Michael vick in this bitch Dog fall back your mutts
Extra, extra, pick up a clip I'll tear ass out the frame and grab my dick I'm a Rock 'em Sock 'em robot kid, I drop bombs I'm rugged and deadly, so I
', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate Set it straight, regulate Wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!) Hesitate, aww, now you know what Ya'll niggaz were here to go
only bellin' with some three time felons Rollin' till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off Westside rollin' till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall
to notice it Hit a really sad dog, I got some whores to fuck I'mma fall through with the ounce [Incomprehensible] shit Don't trip, bitch, we go all set
ggas where I reside The W.I.C.H is I the greatest from my sis-side The truest, you deny than who is Down to blow like a match to a bomb I set fire to
crowd Some chick took a beer and threw it in my face But I kept right on walking Outside it was warm There was a good crowd on the strip We set our
when I hit and see Mystic spirits all up in my Flesh-N-Bone deep within One flip of my tongue and you niggas are hung Too late consume in sin Fall asleep, fall
here to run off the Bone Well, here we go with the untouched feelin' rythym Hoes feelin' a nigga to put in their eardrum Every now and then fall into ?
You take a wrong turn, drop a ball, fall short You labor in vain Yeah, you choke, miss the boat, bomb out, cave in Fall flat on your face, yeah, that'
come to your hood to get 3 or 4 cowards You think your bison like you play for howard But you can duck like howard, I make you fall like the towers I
gonna get your britches off Any day now there gonna drop the bomb And were gonna be a bucket of bones We got an hour till day We got to go all the way
, kill, kill, kill I'm going to kill Slowly I turn, step by step through the back window, I crept Silent as a mouse on a set while everybody in the house
I ain't lyin to you I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue with the white interior on a set of 22
