endin up in buck-buck-pow Corruption, destruction, disaster Everybody tryna' rap faster than the master Oh Lord, could you save my soul? Nigga tryna go
bringin' this stress to my spouse 'Cause I'm ready for the kill on look out, look out If you niggas try to run up on the Bone I'ma show you like this
nigga pull my number If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam' In this world where nobody don't give a damn But I'm still a man Got a soul program I'ma pump
over, to pass from a place, that made up a Heartless Souljah. It is really bone of a show, but better might play you a bit in a party show. Let's go!
slang boulders Can be stopped, not even by a bad soul Fuck Jed and Chad, it's Jay, Prince, and Brad Ain't enough bullshit in the states to come stop this Rap
around and housin' My records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand I clock more dough plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul
ignite And leave you all face down to die With no will to live I can see the fear in your eyes No warning surprise nigga I come for taking Your soul
Kanye West] Uh, Good music, this our year backing drums by DJ Premier now let me count it down, who the f-ck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap
my head trips You Better Work The Barea Soul terror, been told since stories of old Come on let's go and then I'll show how to beat down a rhyme And
Politics. Ha my nigga Politics. Ha my nigga Politics. Ha my nigga [Royce Da 5'9"] Seven years and countin, I've been accounting For unaccountable rap problems 'Cause accountant countin his rap
was like, "Everybody wanna wanna rap hard" Before you wasn't hardcore, so Sonic why ya flipped? How you gonna hop when you ain't hip? You found rap
People rose up, governments froze up Worldwide block party, everybody shows up Up on roof tops, ghettos and hot spots People celebratin' no more souls
the jag drop, huh Phat stop you know that's hot, huh Mack spinnin' wit the piece in my pocket People hop out, I'm releasin' a rocket (Rap, Rap) For a
dip that ass in some plastic How could you master, you deal with rappin' bastards Because you asked us if we could bring you fashions Fascists , because we turn this rap
I procrastinate Nape one of these days I'm a show you what I'm made of Soon as I'm done with these silly little rap scrubs Soon as I'm done making my rap
who shows his ass I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas [Verse 4: Redman] Yo, yo With me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you Turn a rap