Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit So I push cop killers and things, they call quits Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits I snap a
the newcomers out, my flow's the illest You a close second nigga, A banana to a guerilla Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel a?em The best
the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's I'll show you how bangers bang Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's I'll show you how bangers bang Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane Switch
wants you here You smashed his head and the man died And there's a murmur loud From the appearing crowd Searching for motives and reasons why Now take a
wants you here You Smashed his head and the man died And there's a murmur loud From the appearing crowd Searching for motives and reason why Now take a
when the inmate's dead they hang a new one to my fame If I walked the streets a free man in the heat I couldn't terrify a crowd But in a silent home where
saviours..pharoas with a tongue sharp slicin through your radios..perfect.precicious of a shanghai night..fight battles scream victory.hang my mic.its a blessin..holy water splash from a
Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout
't a rapper he'll kill you (Repeat) [Big Punisher] Till my last breath I'll have death before dishonor (come on) and welcome drama(yeah) Wit open arms and a
sick How could I be born into a life like this? Cuz I'm living to die for you Living to die for you Why's the world so crowded? No space to move my ass
Back with a vengeance, back with the business Ia??m a vet with a pension, a man with a vision Ia??m a man on a mission, so crowd around listen This
a start now that's how you do it Carbon fiber through the Spyder playin' rider music Ain't no question of my resume, I gotta prove it Life's a bitch
why, nothing ever seems to change If it does it's for the worse, seems it's just a modern curse Sometimes when I take a peek outside of my little cage
aint a Game All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin' He sold a milli, I'm vanilli So it aint a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar
