court sentences you to death by electric chair We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage on 'em When
got me on the last flight out to Arizona, what I told her Went over unexpected, rung the bell, Domino's Opened the door with the robe on She only put on
of a nigga with this real game What happened to the groupies? Don't point your finger They're all backstage chasin' R and B singers At the other concert, on the other side
there's nothing you can do Even God is on their side (God is on, God is on, God is on their side) Supernature, supernature Supernature, supernature Gods will break
(I know what you're sayin') So come on girl come on girl come on Let's Let's Let's Get it on I'm dyin' to get out on the floor I waited long enough
gunshots* (stupid!) (Fuck, take a look at you now!) I kicked the door open *door opens*, threw her body on the freeway Continued the chase, wiped the blood *door
gotta take the power back Come on, come on We gotta take the power back Hey yo check, we're gonna have to break it Break it, break it down, aww shit
I'll call my folks he be at the door Connecting four, marine batteries on the side of my trunk To go with them other four batteries that piling the pumps
by my endorphins The mind's eye greater than pi and broadband I break on through to the other side without doormen It's not The Doors, man I am equipped
about my seeds Westside 9th street, I came up amongst the G's Crack game in 88, it took over shit I was there I stood on southern through texas and got my share And my nina on
signing to Jive Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones" Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on Got, love in the streets and played on
a track meet Breaking D-boys, MCs and athletes, but not me Told you from the start this shit forever We gonna go through this bad weather together Whether the road or high side
FUN!!!! [? ? ?] Picture this as I get rugged with the scrpiture Evacuatin scenes, spreadin thoughts like a drifter I exit through my state of greater elevation, unifying grains through
on this track SPM is the producer With the laws standing on the roof Drop the flows in the booth And drop the top on the coupe Ain't no stoppin' the dude
em up steady fuckin em up But wait why do i have all this blood on my hands Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes Im on the 10 o clock news for steady
click! Tech nine and the KMK mob, we stay on our jobs Don?t fuck with us just check out the rims?? They never sayin nothin, war on the side, some plan
got the strongest ghetto love that will never part So, when you fell I stood by your side Took a stand in line Never let them break me Though they tried Cause through
yo' car, risky business They turn snitches Break down and have the Po-Po's at yo' front door And all real niggas know Who rides sucka free on the solo