Yeah, bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul assassins, Cypress Hill joint Yo, we want everybody out there to throw their hands up So get
pounds of sounds, but I drowned them Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great Related too late, I demonstrate fate I'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin
[Tech N9ne] And I'm back to the drama, yes that karma Double back and slap me without armour Troubled cats ... And a loveable act extractin at y'all Give
(We) Disintegrate it For fear of growin' old Some times it's fated (We) Assassinate it For fear of growin' old Farewell the ashtray girl Angelic fruitcake Beware this troubled
Come on hit me with my best Verse 1 [Bizarre]: Proof died, what happened? Marshall stopped rappin' I guess that makes me the captain, hit the matress, pistol packin' sick assassin
s a shame, baby baby"} I know, right? For those nights that I was havin them seizures For those mornings that I was havin trouble breathin C'mon listen
Everlast and I'm ready to brawl Just when you thought it was safe to make a tape Two deadly assassins sealin' your fate Two deadly assassins makin' the
Verse 1 - Bizarre:] Who died, what happened? Marshall stopped rappin' I guess that makes me the captain, hit the matress, pistol packin' sick assassin
picture Sometimes it's faded Disintegrated For fear of growing old Sometimes it's faded Assassinated For fear of growing old Farewell the ashtray girl Angelic fruit cake Beware this troubled
Against authority Setting bombs anywhere Terrorists everywhere Phantoms execute What must be their rule Like a spy disappears When the trouble is near
and tigers and bears) (lions and tigers and bears) Prepare for the war, check it (lions and tigers and bears) [buddha monk] My creation comes from a style, abominations Assassination
get the message 'pon me secret phone, yeah Somebody try fi take the dancehall over Dem seh whole heap a mercenary climb over the wall and then assassinate
la porte claque, mon coeur bat. Mon cousin 49204 me parle de dates, me mate, enchaine, soleil, bizness et rates. Le trouble est dans ma tete ! / Et le
Some say militant, others say rebel, well my intellet is on a different level. The black to the heart with self-awareness darts. You say it's trouble
* first two verses are off b.g.'s "niggaz 'n trouble" Yeah, spinning been on these niggas. It's world war. Yeah, I send this out to my nigga
it's a big paper chase You get the taste of the chopper strikin' you in the face Get out the way on tha double, I bust ya bubble I'm behind the trigga, so niggas in trouble
I blaze it up, like flames, aint no time for the games Out the same Queens crew, but two different names JnJ and QMW, here to bring the trouble too I