gleam on the top of my wrist, you want this? Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits You can't hold this, you jealous 'cuz ya shorty want this Dig
what is this threat? The Westside Connection An organization made up of highly motivated Extremely aggressive gangstas turned businessmen With one single objective, world domination Or in their words, creating a world
I bust lead with In the midst of confrontation, high-speed chasin' Bend 'em and bust 'em and stick 'em, I'm runnin' from the FED's shit This is the New
gravy later, that's right Ah, this is the time when we take time to remember All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know I dedicate this to my
claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above Just a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave Harlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya
's too deep Fuck, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street Old school fool, pack choose the rules Confrontation, confront
Chris, runnin a drug sweet bliss, from the older Frisc, hataz chew a chunk of this, rest in peace to my nigga, (Mr. Cee), can't fuck wit this, park my
uh Now Drag gon' show y'all niggas how we lock this shit Now Eve gonna show y'all niggas how we drop these hits Now we gonna show y'all niggas how we pop this
to the ground, the old order has gone Nothing's like it was and chaos everywhere From this ruins will grow a new chance for the world Overnight they
confrontation's with the sheep The message has been redeployed The emptiness to fill the void The transformation has begun And all at once the world
This is survival. This is my exile. I find no solace. I find no solace beneath a Godless sky. Will I find shelter in the places the Sun could never find
Welcome, I invite you off to the other world You'll have to face this house of no escape Confront the past in this psychic house of horrors I lead you
fend, protect and to serve the cowardly troops how they fall So much for the strong, heros, and saints everyone dies in this tale Afraid to confront
i hope i never have to use the world friend again it's the same old slap in the face set in motion, ah fuck this place again i've met the end don't tell
my friend no more time to [play/blend] alone creeping the crawl down trod [speak?speed?] this place...hurts? back to my...??? this new mansion oh, watch this
are held within our walls Look around this world we made Equality our stock in trade Come and join the Brotherhood of Man Oh what a nice contented world
somehow has followed me I'm not in prison but I'm never free Looking out this dirty window From inside my trophy room Hostile world, I've been born into Hostile world
's the style When we waltz on your front porch We are all our-own devil We are all our-own devil We make this world our hell Porcelain teacups decorate