hitters, weighs like anchors We don't own clean guns (all our skets is dirty I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde I don't keep the scope
- yes, me and you Never ever cross the borderline Satellite connections Saw it on t.v. Killing all our senses The games become too real What a wonderful
galactical! Come on! You know the flavor! Jericho Allstars (Something in Creole) You know what I'm saying? You know, like the V Remember V, the old show
inedit pour appuyer Personne ne m'a vu v'nir parce que le canon etait scie Yeah issu des quartiers meurtriers Ici on est tous cain-fri et fier meme les Antillais Peuvent t
throwing up the W Bringing trouble to Those in sight King T and Big Ice Chorus: [Ice-T] But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport I'd rather
by pavement Nikki Bond, Donna Her'on, courageous, the payment Many attempts but couldn't save 'im Blood got my shirt stainin, fuck these pussy-ass rap cats Can't
'm a Dominican, now you accept it It's like you seen death and chose the Lord as the shepherd You skeptical, niggas on the block ain't respectin' you Checkin' you, ain't
The pilots in night vision goggles Kuwaited and generals masturbated 'Til the fifteenth two days later they invaded Not a single T.V. station expressed
to jump off Nigga, I came to set a nine off Maybe, a A.K., I ain't here to play I just want to have it my way I don't face no fear, I'm the rapper of
cock it for real But we too hard and deep to kill, so go ahead Join hands you hoe ass sonmybitches, we can't be stopped Legit Ballaz is coming Faggots
I feel when feeling down In the ground feeling down It can be most anyday Don't worry 'bout these streets I'm conrolling these grounds I might slip and miss a V
real smoothin' Country accents, who do you think you're foolin'? I play crushable, late night craps You only knew 'cause you onto your raps And rap city and V E T
girl look skinny like a smoked out daffy duck Niggas are real this ain't n b high You niggas ain't got no balls and won't die I'm a certified killer,
grian Nine with the silence, Might turn to violence This for all my pipe tokin crack smoking clients And my grass is much greener South Park beaner Putting dick to a real
bone And he gettin' on my nerves, I'm 'bout to go in his home Bitch, my brother aint no hoe Bitch, my mother ain't no hoe Bitch, my father ain't no hoe
to make such a noise to understand the silence, Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence Even when it's there. Like the wind
on your loot Nigga you aint that hard And a nigga can't spend no money layin in the graveyard Omigod, it really shocks you This can't be the same motherfucker
it cool No need for machine guns 'Cause the system was crumbling Our leaders were fumbling While we broke every rule We saw them on T.V. They'd blown
