All that's left Inside out Heaven knows Who walks away Heaven knows Who walks, walks Bone driven Bone driven See, we're taking all the life Bone driven Bone driven
(feat. 50 Cent) You can look at them climbing up the walls You can look at them climbing out the bushes You can feel them when the letters start to fall
nose start running And the rich get stitched up, when we get cut Man a heal dem broken bones in the bush with the wed mud Can you read signs? can you
(feat. Yung Money) [Verse 1: Yung Money] Young man for president I probably paint the white house black if it was my residence Bush back in office some
start running And the rich get stitched up, when we get cut Man a heal dem broken bones in the bush with the wed mud Can you read signs? can you read
know the Earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me Much
the bone to the bone Danger zone, that's my life and my song Keep it movin, hop along little doggies! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Uh uh uh, FUCK YOU!!! Drive
(Michael Jackson) You can look at them coming out the walls You can look at them climbing out the bushes You can find them when the letter's bout to fall
crashed L.A. '92 Bush has got his upper cut He's goin' to fuckin' war He won't revert to sticks and stones Just bullet holes and broken bones Chaos
past midnight Take me on a walk through hell South Central Yo, E, drive! Drive, man drive, man! Fuck it! Just get the fuck outta here, man! We boned
know the earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me Much
, gas niggaz like Sunoco Flush 'em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone I raise from the shore, like Sodom and Gomorrah With traction, flashin' a 4-wheel drive
their nose start running And the rich get stitched up, when we get cut Man a heal dem broken bones in the bush with the wed mud Can you read signs? can
wit us,off two hits your blastin. I cant believe it, im tweated for the gray goose nigga im fried, this side of the night to drive fucked around and
a chrome microphone I'm ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone Danger zone, that's my life an' my song Keep it movin', hop along, little doggies Fuck you, drive
ain't playin' Gotta roll with the bunches Can't help the travellin' bunches Now, ain't that somethin'? Just a case a few niggaz try to trip Bone-out
