Letras:
Passion The Beaten Path

city They say niggas like to do niggas, Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge I had to shoot yah and the pass

But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin up a path

I will be your earth To which you can return, safely or injured. I feel only misery for myself when I Look through the eyes of someone else I can't even recognize the path

the dark, strayed apart from my love I've faced the demons of might, passed away into shades Long are lonely years, slowly pass these days In undying

leave Had a broad on the trail, take the sail just believe It was Adam and Eve, and not Adam and Steve It was our path and yes indeed, tell her shes

path or I'll put my foot up in crusty ass Don't front ho pass the jay then hear me M.C. and watch me D.J. to the beat y'all and I won't stop and I'ma

your sacks and Vocal toe to toe impeccable splittin your backs son Simple as addition and subtraction Black Thought- the infinite relaxed one Shorties say they love it with a passion

Jam concert to bash your hero Lie up in your bedroom, smash your bureu We looking for the money, man, pass the Euro Apartment to pesos, pass the yen And

: [Ruthless Bastards] [Verse one:] Check it, these cold days got me in a physical rage Walking through the dark path in this invisible maze My individual