Letras:
Fifty On Red Never There

down to what's inside, you fell so fucking short This is damaged, far beyond repair You cant fucking force what was never fucking there You'll never

Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not ?? [The Clipse] Red rum, red rum (such power in the tongue) Never in the wildest, (was he talkin to them) Style on

nest but you know who whith an "S" tatooed to my chest But I've innested Now I got the Industry pissy eversince me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on fifty

the ICP So who will be brave enough to step into this ride? Just follow the trail of blood into the red tent There your host, Willaby Rags, will strap

yo Yo park the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis Autograph signin pads wit a gold tip sharpee Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk from red label scotch

my own level I smack rappers, and send em to the devil on a bus, return em to dust I start infections, reduce em to pus I'm on that scanner, and brains

full gear, down from the rear Sliced so quick you thought doc, whispered in your ear Yeah, there's too many MC's but not enough MC's Are raw like that liquid that you pour on

's nest But you know who with an S tattooed to my chest But I've innested, now I got the Industry pissy Ever since me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on fifty

snaps I'm on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman The S-Class is shittin' on your weak Datsun Graffiti written on the Bible, my life