us along for the ride? along for the ride where time stood still against our will won't get no rest until we're in for the kill
you take us along for the ride? along for the ride where time stood still against our will won't get no rest until we're in for the kill
't try to hide, he'll make you subside As he exchanges pain for pleasure Pain for pleasure He's the hunter, you're the game Pain for pleasure Satan is
No, I can't go on I'm waiting only for tomorrow Life, so meaningless and hollow It's the circle of sorrow All I once believed in is dead A faded halo
I welcome death with open arms Her soft breath and simple charm Wandering through memories Takes my hand for me to see Tried so hard Tried so hard
for the hood and niggas that's wild If you 'bout to die or you blowin' the trial We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin' awhile Ayo, let's do it for
for dope when tryin' get live hoes Skams ain't for slow besides i ride rough you just ain't a pro (So what?) It take pain to grown no name to know (Ha
I love to keep MCs sufferin', beggin' for big, heavy bags of Bufferin. Baseball battin' 'em, splattin' 'em, so many homicide records, my cases went platinum. D'Shawn is nice; known for
S off my speech to fight peach Take the P off the peach because now you want each and every rhyme to teach and reach You need a fixin, for your fake
them boys off that Long Drive that nigga DeMo (DeMo) Here I go, here I go... Yeah...gettin crunk on tha reala Im a nigga be smokin that killa, because
out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes, the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (And plus the cold war) Be on the lookout for this
flow from the sentence Engine powered by five hundred horses Press by a threat of joint forces For emcee's who spit rap to cause beef 'Cause they depend on wild kill for
gangsta ass niggas that been flowin awhile BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!! [Billy Danze] Ayo let's do it for the hood Where there's alotta homicides at Where killers
blame your parents for the shit you gonna do There's a lot of niggas under ten getting shot by the nine 8 of them died and left 7 of them crying for
revolution!! (nigga) Think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley Fela Kuit, Marcus Garvey [Lupe: Verse 1] Them the real ones, light a lighter for em Letcha know, that I'm ridin' for
so We'd like to thank you for checking out the show And if you don't know by now you never know Some are amateurs but we be pro's Abilities show 'em what I mean bro (Time-time-time-time for
17, promethyzine, creases in my jean Im comin through wreckin mic dope fiend I aint got time for pointin no red dot Im just bustin I aint got time for
deviants Bloodstained hands assure guilt, ipso facto Our lives are forfeit for theirs, quid pro quo Lethal injection, gas chamber, or the chair Corporeal punishment for
