when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch These pigs wanna see us dead inside a jail cell Turn us from Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean Bell My temper 'bout
of us have demons -- greed, and lust Some of us have demons -- lust, temptation [Nas] Now this is you, dressed in all black, fatigue hat, ready for combat
pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off Uhh, cause in this world I'm dead off,
gonna knock 'em dead The boy's got that book read You can't stop the lover boy You can't stop the lover boy Right from the clothes he wears The way he combs
[x20] I let off a couple inside their racist encephals I asked God was I wrong for slaying demons and devils and if so forgive me but now it's 2 wounded and 3 dead
than dead Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in this Rally up the wolfpack-attack relentless Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck
on the ground Like an epileptic battery man I'm making my move Lettin' loose like a belt Little worse for wear But I'm wearing it well Tell me, what's wrong
when the day was over you just had to say You said "Man it's just one of those days" My day started off kind of cool I brushed my teeth I combed my hair
and pops mixed me With Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off Uhh, 'cause in this world I'm dead
impact It's okay if you call it a comeback And let them know I'm ready for combat Tell those dumb motherfuckers to fall back The crown looks wrong on
now what the fuck Guess, who speak the truth? I see the noose when the tongue get loose Neck choke for the wrong shit you spoke Took the wrong approach
in the face with a death kiss Don't know what his problem was But all I can say is that a nigga had a death wish Should have messed with the wrong clique
gon have to graduate A couple of mo' classes to fuck with me, ha [Hook] [Slim Thug] Correct me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song The same
dying of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every
caught ya Addicted to murder, send more body bags They can't identify 'em, leave the name tag I get a rush when I see blood, dead bodies on the floor
, override negative systems and new democracies secretly under battle, lost inside mystery, intaining nuclear actions lethal combat overdoses excessive
bullets like when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch These pigs wanna see us dead inside a jail cell Turn us from Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean Bell
funny title It tells you how to be vital He took a lot of time Over every line Because it's guaranteed To satisfy (He's a lover boy) He's gonna knock 'em dead