2 out of the five of these fuses are wired live, if I wanna survive I gotta FIND THOSE DETONATORS! [Verse 1: El-P] Broken and bleeding writer dash of
feat. Pharrell] Let's make it big, Pharrel. [Verse 1:] Wake up in the mornin', "Oh, shit! " Had to cock the 9, niggas tryin' to steal my bitch! Run
: (feat. Nate Dogg) [The Game] I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate
When The Fuck My Album Comin Out When Ever The Fuck I Drop It Wait... Here The Breakdown Before I Tell Yall Who I Be I Gotta Say Proof R.I.P Thats For
Do It Fool I Done Done It At The Summit Of Rap And I'm Watchin' You Haters Plummit Run To It Or Run From It, To Bun It Don't Give It Wipe The Streets
two twelvin' you homie You fuck niggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity [Verse 1: Jim Jones] BALLLLLIN' Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood) We all thugs and we run
a hundreds, just do it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it
Ask the hundreds, it's doable, I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ
Acts a hundreds, just do it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give
money comes faster than the roadrunner bitch I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers Haha, bitch
comes faster than the roadrunner bitch I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers Haha, bitch nigga
Heavy in the game *1 [Lady Levi] Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine? Oooh, me see you rushin up *1 I throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M. All
Some n-ggas say thats there spot we gon kill 'em It's all simple math, now add it to automatic It's filled to the tip of the clip I let it rip Now run
I watch ya duck from the buckshots [Bizzy] I got some unfinsihed business So won't ya's come up with me K, bring the P-U-M-P Lay, bring the G-A-G-E '
in the grave [Bizzy Bone] Make up the dummy to make up me money, weed run me And headed for broke, smokin' the bong Hit that bong wrong, make a me cough