street, just to take out the impostor Tomorrow never dies when she reveals her eyes Keep your eyes on the prize, for Pras is the prize Tough guys get penalized, cut down
living hell, which is not true. There's a lot of favors I'm prepared to do You do one for Mama She'll do one for you. l'd be your friend if you let
of the earth But preacher, its payback time, keep on spreading your lies You're only food for the bitter harvest The snake fights fools... Eye for an eye, tooth for
know Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it Coming rambo style nigga 2 guns up Y'all niggaz better duck down I'll get your cap lifted off Thats how we doing it for
through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' dem thangs Slow down
here, oh shit) (*inhales and coughing continues*) Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just cipher youknowI'msayin'? (Cip, yo, this is for dolo son
drown the million little devils in your brain Stained your mouth and leaves a purple trail down heartache lane To slash my sickly senses leaving me in my own hell
And it took off down the trail Down past the railroad track Towards the county jail" "jed you really screwed up now What'd you have to do that for?
the anger of the furious five Flashbacks, cut across psycho tracks, been there done that And I swung a big bat like that there, it is I be the startin
we thought safe The dead arise outta hell To the hero that fell What is this I look upon Should be dead and gone How can I believe my eyes? Is it a
grip of a punk by now Is learnin' what you have to pay to be a hero anyhow He dressed the hole in his gut with a hundred dollar bandage A king's ransom for
the grip of a punk by now is learnin what you have to pay to be a hero anyhow he dressed the hole in his gut with a hundred dollar bandage a king's ransom for
down ("Get ya shit beaten") Staten Island, break it down ("Get ya shit beaten") B.K., break it down ("Get ya shit beaten") Queens and Bronx get down ("
re not ministers We're tellin like it is cause Ren and Dre is like sinister Reality speaks for itself when it's spoken A basehead cluck can't blame nobody for
're a man you've got to be tough I used to go down the cafe for tea But I put me boot through the door So now it ain't open for the likes of me And I'
is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write is a love song. * We look for
you're a man you've gotta be tough. I used to go down the cafe for tea But my boot got attacked by the door, So now it ain't open for the likes of me
, you be suprised by the size of my hostler, bitch The reason why I be dissin' y'all niggas is cause y'all 0 for 6 You hero head muthafuckas, I'll expose