fuel-gobbling 45 foot trucks...and when they get there, they use up enormous amounts of electrical energy with their lights, their amplifiers, their PA systems...their
lucky with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with
Cause their young dumb try to get some In the process forgot where they come from But what they can't see while their running the game Is that their
or two End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe
young man with infinite potetial The product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes
man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes
maid To her death Is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes Are fixed upon
black women To serve massa, guest You gon be a nigga's death Misses Fried Chicken You was my addiction Dripping wet hot, coalesced Like Greeks with their (filafo?) Or Italians with their
Nas] To my warriors To all these, baby KrucialKeys! Braveheart y'all This to all my warriors, who breathe with the heart of a lion To everybody that lost their mother, their
Naw, never that Naw, yo, yo I come from the hells and tentative buildings, unlimited killings Ministers marked for death Better known as the projects, where junkies and rock heads
Dear Mick, must I be thick? Or a prick and a half to be so daft to doubt When I know that I'm in the full close to head throes of darkest prang Within
GIRY Your hand at the level of your eyes! RAOUL . . . at the level of your eyes . . . MOB (offstage) Your hand at the level of your eyes! GIRY He lives
fuckin' with mines A nigga God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with
Q With blood stained clothes in my dining room Chewin on a cut off leg eatin people when they dead Eat their organs in some bread crack open a severed head