... news at 6 o'clock and again at eleven! pedophiles and rapists snatching kids out they school bodies dismantled with a garden hoe and some power tools
like it I give and take through this crisis So whites and afrkids fighting for life But I got Mexicans and Asians beside me Even Caucasians and Jamaicans
hot It's takes a century just to cool down to [?] The ring Ain't no burning me out You'll never get a standing 8 You'll get a laying down eternity count
So much shit I got entertainment center in my bathroom I heard explosions, screams and shootings We ran here for ammos of keyboard pianos and ended up looting Perfect timing like Rainman and
t doin anything but gettin out and gettin a damn gun and lay everyone down and shooting everyone in the head two times two times two times [explosion] [
pay your rent And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down And you ain't never know killers
way wrong...to the point of no rerun Over the edge and burned out before I even got my shine Holding my head in pure doubt Out of insight. Out of mindful
into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and
Y'all remember me) [Verse 2: Krayzie Bone] You niggas better not try to run up And don't try to say we ain't told you You're dealing with killers and soldiers Nigga these explosives
slipped and broke your back on the oil slick ?? lay just like a nympho Collectin clues and info, keep tabs on crews who choose to pose and rock dues in
your head and finger-fuck your brain Fool fuck this game, I'm poppin at coach Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin was broke I ain't feelin
your life's such a mess Forget the past, and just say yes Tell me Joni, am I the one To see you through? In this broken town, can you still jack in And
And no protection, rap nigga assed out and no question Dead and buried, we holdin' like the military Fuck Dog Shit, hide-out beats and hot cherries On
pliers Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires Flash iron, anybody tryin on, the blocks I'm supplyin on Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up And swallow 'em and
it in and go back to shottin' crack again Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again Then we break it down then just deal with the matter
down a man-hole, yo, I rap ammo Blows out your candle, check, yo Dropped down a man-hole, I rap ammo Blows out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on
'all scared to bust, niggas duck, cuz we ain't sure So don't flip me, cuz you'll end up empty and then I'll reload and reload, and reload, and reload, and
I'm helping to legalize dope on Your pristine streets and I'm making a fortune. You're muscle and gall. Naive at best. I'm bone, brain and Cock. Deep down