Verse Haven't I seen you here before, maybe you look like someone else. Your silhouette is like the devil, but your eyes are to blue for
Verse Haven't I seen you here before, maybe you look like someone else. Your silhouette is like the devil, but your eyes are to blue for me to care
armed guards (bang, bang) Grabbed their guns Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the night If police hunting was right He's seeking for justice
bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch In a "No Spin Zone," fuck a scanadalous bitch It's the return of the (Bush Killa) back to bust Just us for the justice
ducked the DT Lying around the corner, but I'm getting the free cheese Come on home with me, where I stand on my post Playing my toast, dinner there was mayonaise and toast
're Alone in this world We learned to see all the corruption and All its hate, all its pain, so A toast to the end of our innocence A toast to our blank
get one thing understood Free gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tight Tell you niggas good night, good night The shit you heard'll do me justice
feigning new Identities So they wait there at the embassies... Labor takes a fall (impending ascension) The white house seems appalled at the disgrace They toast
Shining Steel Of His Sword Betrayer's Blood Will Spill Winner's Toast Will Be Mixed By The Blood Of Betrayer Toast Of Justice For Judge
've done my time Now I'm due out - They do ... divine I'm trying to make the connection If all this were fair - and justice true I'd drink a toast -
s brother no one knows no nose is good news and senseless extend the wine drink here toast to selfless ten year old port is perfect in court safety
dead disciples He claimed to be the son of God But like many a fruitcake before him Maybe he really was And meanwhile a black Maria Leaves the hallowed halls of justice
The type of dude I never put in my clicksbecause you funny And you be sittin down with your legs crossed like a bitch I be the foul mouth quick to toast
am So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then El P, vastly crapaphobic 3 2 1 Contact, never no more that's the promise You hold toast
up so you can hear the rest of this Yo boogie banger show them why we be the best at this Yo, yo niggas bust this, a nigga do justice like day We're
m where hope, floats man Ghetto spokes man A broke man, approachin' the bench with intent To bury me under the cell, fingered me as the toast man Evidence
those about to die We salute you For those about to cry We love you For those of us Who live in fear Of Happy Christmas and New Year I raise a toast
