the letter in my hand that you had sent to me I read the words that say I'm moving on you smothered me I want my payback I want his blood on my hands
tha black man down) They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harrassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw
tha black man down] They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harrassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw
with a head trip I'm talkin to all the Bloods and all the Crips Throw down your rag and get on the right track, man It's time to fight, unite and be a
' my home from my spirit So when you hear me it's the man with the deeper thoughts At night I can't sleep my brain keep movin' like a body on a horse
a fucking doctor Knocking on my door, a pedophile butt-knocker "Come in, have a seat," and then I stroll in With the all-purpose hunting blade straight up his (colon?) I cut his hands
, than a late 80's Gucci leather worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my Dapper Dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No offense
a jew's harp on the table, that's a crayon in his hand. And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled far past the stems of thumbtacks that still throw
jew's harp on the table, that's a crayon in his hand. And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled far past the stems of thumbtacks that still throw
on my smallest hand. And throw him far offshore? ?You will not do that alone,? said Raymond ?You must come all seven of you,? said the young Raymond Raymond took his
on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my Dapper Dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No
a trigger, two with a bat Three big brothers four Wanna squal with me, so I guess a brother gotta throw Tell 'em like this ya better get up out my camp
me, than a late 80's Gucci leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No
and my man Mike 'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight 'Cause we put the guns down and go one round With the hands but man I ain
Shady. Far as competition, faggot there ain't none Speak of the devil, It's attack of the Rainman Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron Soon
a slave to no computer 'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land And the future of the world is in your hands So just throw your hands in the air
snitches and wire devices My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest Me and my bitch ride for
