You don't think I don't know it's happened times before hating what we stand for killing every ounce of trust inside the doors of mistrust opened abused
front end - let's cash that one in. Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado! The hell if I know. - Do I want
Klan? Do what you like Unless you like gangbangin Let's see how many brothers leave us hangin [Oaktown's 3.4.7.] The gang that should hang is the one that
me something to say then I think about things that Ive seen right in front of me that I dont wanna believe gimme one of these mikes let me let em know
has to vomit. Phyllis: Frank said, "That's it, that's the opening of the line, that, that, I mean, that's the opening of the picture." I said, "Frank
projects on green screen No security, put you on the respirator I'm the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin' detonator One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug
the projects on green screen No security, put you on the respirator I'm the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin' detonator One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug
cause that's not my job it just applies to whom it may concern you know who you are but if you don't you never will, you just receive the steel but then
yeah there's a nightcrawler Yeah you'd better move quick, don't you know she's a night stalker She'll take away all the love that you feel, she'll want
Remix. Speedin' Remix, the movement. I introduce you to the projects, I introduce you to the hood I introduce you to the ghetto, I introduce you to Rick
street (woof woof) know what I'm talkin bout Never bite the hand that feeds you Cause you never know when your dog might need you {Chorus x4} {Snoop
the way you make it slither baby, every night When I come thru that looks like somethin' that I Wanna run thru, (you want some ooow) you know I want you
till your hungry I see that your energy tellin' me that you want me She said I never knew that you were the wanabe psycho Why you readin' to me from the
that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep
RZA and True collide We produce article exception to the rule We the black men that struck oil, the hardboiled Cats that made that Watergate thing go spoiled The heavy-handed