I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas Straight cap peelas Walking the earth, been mean since birth Taking every damn thing
we threw up (threw up) At Leimert Park, taggin, hittin fools up Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool
is for Flame, Eat these rappers chef of the game, Sh-t on the track, sh-t on the train, Murder the beat, the beat was slain, Rest in peace, that's a shame, He kill anybody
molecules Dont know how to build a house but got a box a tools im talkin bout that pop pop pat pat bang bang blocka boom That is for tools the coop
no chain to your brain Pistol and they gon' bang, plus drain ya like some Folgers ? ya now Get in touch with your clothes [Cee-Lo] Tellin ya home Anybody
children Trying to get that number back around 6 billion I'm gonna rule until then Founded this colony like a pilgrim Anybody try to penetrate this section or threaten we KILL
shit look colorful [Trife Da God] We got the X-Men spinnin', on the one's and two's No drugs, no violence, leave home the guns and tools And the grill
is for Flame, Eat these rappers chef of the game, Shit on the track, shit on the train, Murder the beat, the beat was slain, Rest in peace, that's a shame, He kill anybody
Chevy Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi' And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock steady
we threw up At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' fools up Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up But
of more children Trying to get that number back around 6 billion, I'm gonna rule until then Founded this colony like a pilgrim, anybody try to ptnetrate this section or threaten we KILL
deep Fuck, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street Old school fool, pack choose the rules Confrontation, confront blazing tool
the Dolphins Most hits out the shot since Sosa and Andre Dawson My niggaz had Pro Tools, I had no tools Karaoke machine, fuck it I'm old school Only
lynch 'em becomes wig split fools, wig split fools I'll pop and hit you with a millimeter glock, non-stop With my favorite fuckin' tool, tool Kingpin
We, we, we sacrifice Sacrifice, if you turn the page (Don't say it, preacher) 1967, in a bus marked, 'Public School' Rode me and a group of unsuspectin' political tools
't know how to build a house, but got a box a tools I'm talkin bout that pop pop pat pat bang bang blocka boom That is for tools The coop I'm in say va
get bust anybody here, here When I'm full of that shit And I'm on a mission to split it get split Peep me I play for keeps I kill ?em all No deciding
