all kinds of heat Probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets I got dead mens to meet and questions to fulfill Like is that mystery God real? And how was Kennedy killed
see how wet that Betty get Very sick how I spit, next let's hit the next millennium I'm fuckin' with the best, then I kill the rest, I pity 'em Oh Bubba
[Intro] BlasA? Yep, everybody dance now John [Chorus] Chris, me and di dancehall crew a say, everybody a do di blasA? People a practice night and day
Stanley Next to my Subhumans Gatefold rock I'm not trying to be a jerk But I don't think this record mergers gonna work But when I saw 'Christ On Parade
: XV] I'm A-W-E, some call me awesome Some call me Vizzy, honeys call me often Gator on my shirt, what did it Lacoste him? Jesus Christ I'm good, please
, money You *** are comical, who me? I'm seven digits, two comical on my mama, fool I'm gettin? this money and that kill 'em They lookin? at a pimp,
hear is you say Ooh aah, ooh aah! I won't stop until I hear that ooh aah sound! You can keep me on... Rose on the ..I'mma kill that pussy, call me OJ
We from the evil side, boy Chorus: B-Real [Shag] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa
side, boy Chorus: B-Real [Shag] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa
shot 'Pac in Lookin' for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris
in the blizzard with jaws So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw Then describe how it tasted like dessert to us all Got the gall to make Chris piss
for real, lose your tooth and nails Try to fight it, try to deny it Stupid you will feel, what I do, I do at will Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill
shot 'Pac in Lookin' for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge, thinkin' of Chris
know Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? (scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know Verse 1: Eminem I'll have you taken back to Christ
not a fair man, disgraced the race of a atheist Intercepting missiles wit my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ
Punk ass mothafucka, get your ass up What chu was goin? do, kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga? Tupac, Biggie! Shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs barking
!" The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me The sixth letter there's a bomb threat in our building This crazy motherfucker's really tryin' to kill
him that my rhymes just have to be tight so I figured that I would grab the mic like a nig*a 'bout to rhyme right after Christ sometimes we get mad and