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evidently hurt me And all women who have light features see I never let a light broad hurt me That's why I strike first and the first cut's deep [Chorus
on death row and let him know whether he did it or not god has his back from the get go, a lil mama that's hustlin riskin her freedom, house full of kids
blast on they ass as I past let the glass spray First you had a mouth full of fronts Now you're mouth's full of chunks, Pac's out puffin blunts Deadly
or that others have tried, and failed. Then sometimes, with good luck, he will succeed." [Esoteric] Where we livin in the city where the law is 3 strikes
pay attechin to when you leave wit your grill-less and feellins hurt and shirt fulla dirt nigga we work wit witch-it I'ma busta nigga be first back
!" Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout While I'm rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin vertical Nose first
by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify Strikes, walkin
For many years ago He left his home behind. No farewells or a note, Like a thief he fled into the night. Heart full of foolish pride, He caused a death
over me Turning my world upside-down And then I see, and I start to breathe As if for the first time Suddenly, as calm as can be Sky full of wonder,
tragedy A trick of fate two great armies merge Gods of war at Gettysburg Devastation lies ahead 50,000 bodies..litter the land Hell raises,three full
The way you move is like a full on rainstorm and I'm a house of cards You say my name for the first time, baby, and I Fall in love in an empty bar
The way you move is like a full on rainstorm And I'm in a house of cards You say my name for the first time baby, and I Fall in love in an empty bar
leak over gods war drums Have you, fuckin' with me, I'm a shongo sons Yo, you drew first blood I can't forget this one You think I wouldn't strike back
I first saw you on the center spread of my favorite magazine - Not too shy, but you stirred the ghost inside of my machine, Made me forget about Einstein
Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible We never fall We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all [Killa Sin] We move on MC's mechanically Strike
