How much pain, can I manifest When I come to wreck, ripping through your flesh techs My killers you'll never see, invisible invisible are we Unseen like ghosts, strike
Jubilee with a bucket in his right hand full of rags soaked in gasoline. He lifts the shingles in the dark and slips the rags there underneath. He strikes
[2Pac] Let it be prophesized; ni**az'll die because ya crew's goon Around the way ni**az get murdered by the full moon Heard it in whispered tones ni**
our description Two cops is on the milk box missin Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from
equality Never gave me nothing but slavery And now look at how dangerous you made me Calling me a mad man cause I'm strong and bold With this dump full
LA, can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe So many niggaz gettin three strikes
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
gotcha hoochies full of liquor fucking all a y'all And my, name Will be synonymous with spittin game Slangin' 'caine, it ain't the same Niggas betta change Them 3 strikes
, the fight that's never ending and the body full of heart, Back it in the corner watch it tear this apart. From limb to limb it strikes on anything that
t dare to try no shit Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers A rattlesnake's right there to bite your ass And I can be so quiet and strike
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
the corner sto' Go to the corner sto' Go to the corner sto' [Verse 2: Eightball] Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that choker Part-time rap nigga, full
shop, take a mile, grab em up paint a ten clear coats, to make it shine make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times with my gas tank full, drank
Somewhere a clock strikes midnight And there's a full moon in the sky You hear a dog bark in the distance You hear someone's baby cry A rat runs down
I'm tired of moon-songs of star and of June songs, They simply make me nap And ditties romantic drive me nearly frantic I think they're all full of pap