the doorways of Heaven - or is this Hell? (The time is now.. right now.) (This is the hour, this is the new dawn! This is the new day.) [Prince Poetry
, then wrapped in plastic Ask the hood, this the platinum classic Now quit the yackin bitch and pass the acid, c'mon [Chorus: King Gordy] What they want right now is
bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come
death, that is part of our life in our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same And when we kill the governments children And the streets smell of death
and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come
And the streets smell of death maybe then we will see our situation in a new light And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings
saw While I be on some new shit, that I ain't even ready for I'm sick, but what you want me to do I come through, and you couldn't win if it was three
then wrapped in plastic Ask the hood, this the platinum classic Now quit the yackin bitch and pass the acid, c'mon [Chorus: King Gordy] What they want right now is
points at each and all of you (come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down Pass