and you pull the strings / you think i?m a whore / i?ll play when you pay / you think you are god / but you?ve missed one thing / you?re the one in command
Beacuse he was always dreaming of impossible inventions, and adventures and explorations in the remotest parts of the Earth, he was generally known in the neighborhood as Commander
where de giant fowah-puffer woikin', 'N de torchum never stops De torchum never stops De torchum, De torchum, De torchum never stops (Go on, 'DEWLLA!
Pakistan, Korea want em, states want em pointed at the Taliban. Iran and Afghanistan sands of the arab lands, orders from portable commands and armoured
are R. Monde returned from the dead Then what are you wanting here?" From nowhere I heard a mad cackle From nowhere a voice to me cried "Stop calling
pistol whip I wake up in the bed with a bandage on my head looking at the sistof the beginning of the story of the man that was dead the whole crews in
hold it tight, blast with all your might See we hustle for them grands til the early light Follw my plan on command, leave'em dead where they stand Ain't no stopping
) hoes and (many) bitches (Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches (Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip (Plenty) stop for
, lots of funeral wakes Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use this biretta Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch 'Cause I command
By these phony accusations Backlash and slanders Front and they publicity stunts and propaganda Keep it private 'cause I'm the commander In chief, I never stop
sick canvas Now I roam this dead planet Head bandaged, insane Preachin' God's commandment, feel me I move through the dark rages and won't stop Til
name - Rugged Man! Ride with us (Rug y'know the bitch beater) Ride with us (Suffolk County, Long Island) Ride with us (Dead broke black people) Ride with us (Dead
got flip a dime for them rock stars, I'm the richest, infamous, and they can feel this, Commander of them soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia, You can't stop
Commanding me to live I sentence you to die, die You can't stop me I'll just kill again You'll never stop me I'll kill until I'm dead Survival Survival
Yo Russell Simmons, this is your commander in chief Of your West Coast operations, Havoc the Mouthpiece My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West
bitch A hundred miles an hour, wanna rap my whip Asking God "Shit, where we going after this?" I'ma thug, a thug til heart be stop Til they pick me off
heat out Ready to stop all beef out Play me, maybe you will catch more gravy kid We ill in the back feeling on your ladies Dripped out dip promoter Dead
