Breeding Hunter on the rise Blood, blood, blood O.D. Chaos Breeding Hunter on the rise Blood, blood, blood O.D. Chaos Breeding Hunter on the rise Blood, blood, blood
I can't believe some niggaz that I kn-ow Suburb niggaz walkin with they face scr-ew Talkin 'bout they gangsta cause that's what to d-o Wanna do crime
to ride or die for every nigga I fool with this O.G nigga show me loved but never let me in his house or intoduced me to his blood... I asked him why
Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfucka It's Brick City dawgs over here We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don It's bone-afficial my nizzle D-Don
a cold blooded gangsta If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, we'll catch ya lata We exploded, reloaded and sewed it up Sprayed shots to the crowed like a
cold-blooded gangsta If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, we'll catch ya lata [Tray Deee] We exploded, reloaded and sewed it up Sprayed shots to the crowed
your high beam All my niggas while I'm ringing the siren Flipmode be the glory niggas on my team Never should you ever try to fuck wit' my cream I O.D
gamble, step up and place your bets I drift through space, then make my escape on through the 'net With CD's, cassettes, no C.O.D.'s or checks Straight
H.I.G.H.L.A.N.D Highland nigga H.artless I.saine G.etto H.odlum L.vin' A.d N.ver D.in' That's what I'm talkin' about Rogue dawgs, when I call my Rogue
listen out for the roll ball This is a movie and every movie must go off But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg Say what up Blood! What da lick Reid
they're equal lyrically I'm like a Desert Eagle, mentally I measure kilos Physically I'm compared to Tito Trinidad, both hands are lethal The crowned
AESOP- 16 D batteries. See the halflings flee the shire before he tore open the packaging. Plus, minus, in proper Panasonic alignment. Pseudo Pliskins o.d
P.O.D. and Matisyahu Original Roots In Stereo, ya know One time, bring it down selecta I got that Boom Bye Bye, so nobody disrespect, Jah love Give me
Bewildered by your beauty there, I?d kneel to dry your feet By such instructions you prepare a man for Boogie Street O Crown of Light, O Darkened One I never thought we?d
weed by a willow withered and yellow she lays her head to die lays to die reading the script of the play that we lead christ I'd die again o' if I could
nothin' new for the G-O-D You so silent, so silent then don't do it For to be all bad, plus styes that run up like blood fluid Yo, I'm true to this,
of God, and hath counted the blood of the covenant? Faith and devotion shall be the stones to the temple Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown
