into six, two halves of a whole tug at a singular soul wound round a staff. Two snakes compete for control, the two snakes cognitive dissidence of the
twelve into six, two halves of a whole tug at a singular soul wound round a staff. Two snakes compete for control, the two snakes cognitive dissidence
the Ice Cream shoes, nice gleam too Crack the button up so the ice beam through You could wake up wit regrets, or wake up in a jet Fixing you hairdo in
a hundred thou like my wallet missing Then re-up like kid before the d-cup Continuously getting money with my feet up Chasing the throne, here my black Air Force I said fuck
be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials Sew up all the potential
the way the games get controlled Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme
is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas The shit nigga Killuminati
I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free (repeat 3X) Verse Two: 2Pac I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin Wake up sweaty
'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at? Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness.) Verse Two
Yo, yo I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit Two guns, one in your face, one in
your mind on money (T-H-U-G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it [Krayzie] Nigga 1993, hooked up
you'll steal That's Rock Bottom When you feel you have had it up to here Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear Verse Two: My life
dead. Got the army with me, with the dove and grenade, Got the pin pulled out it's a fucking air raid. We ride like tanks and we bite like snakes,
down the line you fuck life Up and you cant rewind [chorus] Fuck what you tellin me (we burnin up) the witch keeps sellin me (we burnin up) since we
tricks Trunk full of Faygo, car full of fat chicks Hahahahahahahaha, fuck you Wicked clowns, we'd like to say what up to The Cobra's, X-men, and Counts
that Fucking corn dog up your ass Get the fuck out of here Show's fucking over Get the fuck out of here You fucking heartless bastards"