Letras:
D O C The Judgement Day

Police sireens all over the track] [Intro: The D.O.C. talking] It's Judgement Day "you know what I'm sayin, if any one got sick" "30 day 61 [Verse

blood now Wanna rest with the Mo Thugs, buckin em on down What is it in ya, deep in the dead and we get fried P.O.D. d when it comes to ride Creep out

Motherfuckin AZ yo 'Mega, 'Mega, whatever Scarlett O'Hara Yo, Fox Boogie East New York Gambo, Brownsville Wizard, Fort Rockaway Big Jersey Connecticut, D.C., Sudan V.A. ?? N.C

Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto

's the deal brah, Charlie Brown, man I don't know what the deal is, you hafta ask my partna Dinco D Yo yo, tell us D, tell us D, mass confusion g, I don

If everyone could see just how I see They'd function like a G' And walk that big walk in the streets If everyone could see just how I see They'd function

-o Grandmama came to court with her bible But when the judge hit the gavel Now I'm too far from my family to travel I just came unraveled Socked the D

FIRST! Yo I'ma try to.. tchk here comes the C.O. Yo whassup Thompson? Yo I'll say whassup to your P.O. [Joe singing #1] [Joe singing #2] - 1/2 {"What

who knew? Round to O.D. to heron and I'd catch cases Let my life slip, inside the hands of these judges Where did we go wrong - huh? Was it these missing