nine then I'm .44 gripping The year two-thou, there shall be no slipping Just hysterical lyrical ass whippings Keep on dipping, no time for tricking The day's getting shorter and time
super that these villains are finally taking over? As these haters keep on hating all these real ones ask for more Ain't it silly that every time I
t it super that these villains are finally taking over? As these haters keep on hating all these real ones ask for more Ain't it silly that every time
They got uzis, they got shotguns, they got explosives They got access to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hours We got over 50,000 gangbangers out
I just do that? I got a demon on my shoulder, ain't no monkey on my back And this demon's with my now, she's writing these rhymes And only time will
... scoreboard first! *gun cocks, fires* Explosion, holes blown in my chest Like Speakers People screaming louder than some queers I've been the victim
s turn the lights out. you're tired so let's shut it off. it's time to count all the victims that were caught in our last explosion. we are the couple
I've been around the world And I yi yi Don't know why people What? Why people go to the strip club To spend their dough Just to see butt To see these
I must be Some type of hook I read bitches like books Keep my riches tight, look Slow down baby, don't rush These diamonds is for sure, hoe don't touch And these
Just been in too many run ins with dead ends Comparisons range from thick ones to thin Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse I spend hard times
of reality! Today's modern science is your modern religion. Guesswork taught as fact--"Don't talk back"--blind faith in their decision. You say explosion
a cradle bridge, so don't cross me, I'm highly explosive; you're a child playing with matches, I break rappers you give hairline fractures, These actors
hit three times (or was it four?) I'm a walking testimony Come here, look at these holes I'm a walking testimony Just look at these holes, look at these
two minutes to go alone Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up I keep my guns up, for these killers My eyes on these bitches And when it's me and the
a mighty warrior When it's the story of one of the last real niggas left Nigga, I keep my fo fo fully loaded, with a c-4 and explosives If I have to
like pushing the button Now how does it feel when you die for nothing? Metropolis crumble, apocalypse mo' lines surround and dine Let loose in at least a Nam, calculate keep time
throwing rocks at the house next door you better make sure you got bullet proof doors more time to get your closets clean the skeleton police are on the
in Braille Come randomly pouring out In a wave of black ice And night time and then In a fast moving storm With singalong thunderclouds The soft explosion