to these tunnel runners We coming for you, gunning and stunning, and rep for many others Swario Atilishiki taught us to stab In my city get your titties
keep ya posse on my penis Now it's on wicked in this da link a mid to west flex The abyss to this bitch who dis this click Bliss is hangin' that bitch
as sir Marcus Aralias alias Atheist Against niggas who flow be the achiest Against aliens and why they hate me Is maybe is 'cause I'm controlling this radius Of this world and this
watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em Niggaz die from automatic gunfire Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury
left and get away Outside, outside looking inside Inside you will find Everything's easier on the other side Everything's easier Is this what you wanted? Is this
'm a die over this beat If I die off in these streets, I'm a let the blood leak Whisper, "God forgive me" - Then bury me in the creeks of Mississippi
Bitch Brick City, yo Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young At 8 paint chips the rare moon That pair mics, my maintenance I battle you and then
inside, it brought me home early, it kept me in the right place at the right time, so i dedicate this album to music, music is my savior...LETS DO THIS
sweating from the steam Kicked off the covers Fever burning bright Paranoia night Five alarm alert repeats This city never beats you But it buries you
if you throw me Ozzie and Harriet I fuck around and bury it, huh Ain't makin' the hood look shitty Watts riot, insert your city motherfucker The whole city
.D., can I sing this song? Sho' nuff The nitty gritty, do the nitty gritty Get on down and let's do the nitty gritty Busta Rhymes from the top of Chill City
Uhh, regulate nigga Bravehearts nigga, live for this Some of y'all don't live at all Get yours, nigga, get yours, baby Uhh, yo, yo As the night closed
from the steam heat She kicked off the covers Fever burning bright, paranoia night Five alarm alert repeats This city never beats you but it buries you
shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off propa' This new place like home, New York - New York I run this city, I don't
camoflauge makin' sure they didn't blast me when I die bury me in my camoflauge 'cause I'll be down with my thug motherfuckers other niggas ride 'til
buried under a flask and uh Caught peekin' from the bottom of a glass All this nonsense, incense, common sense, consequence Indulgence in bourbon, this
us Ola ola olaa Now band, shut up, let the bassman do his thing, shush It's like that and It's like that and It's like this and It's like this and [2x
be more dead people after this So I'm glad to be alive and walkin' Half of my platoon came home in coffin Except the general buried in the Storm In