Letras:
Full Strike First Strike

attechin to when you leave wit your grill-less and feellins hurt and shirt fulla dirt nigga we work wit witch-it I'ma busta nigga be first back again

by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify Strikes, walkin

: For many years ago He left his home behind. No farewells or a note, Like a thief he fled into the night. Heart full of foolish pride, He caused a

meet the boys for a cold one at a little joint up the street They got a jukebox in the corner full of old country tunes Feed it five dollars worth of quarters is the first

My first offense was possession of weed Now I'm in the major leagues and that mothafucka Bill Clinton-is a son of a bitch had the nerve to throw out the first

: The way you move is like a full on rainstorm And I'm in a house of cards You say my name for the first time baby, and I Fall in love in an empty bar

-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible We never fall We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all [Killa Sin] We move on MC's mechanically Strike nerves

. You caught me paying attention, I finally figured it out. And when your head's full, And it's not easy to sleep, You'll feel that heavy chill, strike

over gods war drums Have you, fuckin' with me, I'm a shongo sons Yo, you drew first blood I can't forget this one You think I wouldn't strike back, you