streets, I'll will Braveheart nigga, there's a thin line Between streets and business So we gotta have balance and be easy I heard you fags wanna catch
men vanish Got bodies in Kansas, across the Atlantic Once me and lance hit, you don't wanna chance it no matter how you plan, you can't antic- ipate it
's gonna cost you a spin, buddy Spin around and around it goes Staple your lips shut, cut off your toes Then I throw your corpse on top of the pile Anything
to the gypsy of fortunes Your coin was very much appreciated And now I shall grant you your future It seems my cards of Tarot have dealt you a very
so you try to hide And when that doesn't work, you commit suicide And now who has you problems? , you little girl And do you know why?, cause it's a
up on the back of your neck I'm comin for you haters, little bitches you are You can run, you can hide, but you won't get far Bullets for your credits
you can rest in piss But the dis and you thought I missed I'm indestructible and untouchable Ain't givin' a fuck about what you know I don't love no
your fuckin leather coat I chant while candles burn with robes on You will learn Christian no Hebrew on the balcony I see you The devils coffin with corpse
clever rap, stay forever black I'm a lyrical Pteradac', severin' backs Bad luck for sorry MC's to get a match Bad luck, I strike you like you just broke
niggaz; realest, I will kill these niggaz!! [Dame Dash] Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout! And you wonder why I'm proud of my family? And you
ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nike Boy, you
hold this game under lock and key You a mockery, potatoes again, now I got the glock wit me Just in case I feel like poppin' three You watchin' me, my bitches watchin' you
I show this niggaz, I can throw this niggaz, I'll blow this niggaz You can get it too, 'cause you know this niggaz Now, don't you ever fuck around Now, don't you
rot and grow cold now promise you'll kill me before I get old I heard you on the telephone moaning my doom a cold woman will kill me in a darkened room
and grow cold Now promise me you'll kill me before I get old I heard you on the telephone moaning my doom A cold woman will kill me in a darkened room
mercy Life is killing me Life is killing me Life is killing me Life is killing me I said, life is killing me Life is killing me I said, life is killing
walk the real shit, listen up this ones for you, for you Soon as I hear these cheese, I'ma stick you Like I took ya picture, Kodak smile You know that
I got my knife I was gonna kill you I was gonna follow you for blocks! 'cause I tracked you and I stabbed you and I hurt you and I killed you you