free Walkin? these fields in my bare feet There wasn?t no place I couldn?t go With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole CHORUS: Well I live in the city
some fun A cobra on my left Leopard on my right, yeah Deer woman in a silk dress Girls with beads about their necks Kiss the hunter of the green vest
: Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground
peer's lane Same dudes that used to holla my engineer's name One touch I could make the drapes an the sheers change An show me the city that I without
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da! One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her down
'm on the hunt I'm after you Smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd and I'm hungry like the wolf Straddle the line in discord and rhyme I'm on the hunt
Hunter] I can give you whatchu need [Esham] All night everyday [Heather Hunter] Beats keep bumpin' 'round my way [Esham] All night everyday [Heather Hunter
Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha Head hunter, God damn
to live Or is love just an empty dream? Running towards a light, chasing so quickly, changing with the night Behind the city wall, the hollow holds him down I'm on the hunt
you with a bad one for messin with da mad one. Told you bout this girl before, you didn't listen to me. As I talk, now you're stalked by the hunter of
shit is ill But I love it, I can't help it Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys
! They On A Mission They Always On The Hunt For Something They always missing THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS! Every City, Every Town They Always On The Hunt
madness Assassins with multiple personalities Active with full access A backstage pass to cover up spectacular assassinations And arms deals across the axis Another witch hunt
'd ya like my show? Great Violent J can I call ya Joe? I said can we go back to my place I wonder? Then I fucked her like a Jungle Semowen Head Hunter
this Perhaps to inform me I'm a lyrical phantom Critic can't stand a canom mahanom To the ICP so we can skin they hide It's critic hunt season all them
Rakim and Grandma Green's I represent The Projects, everything hood Big wolves in the woodwork, everything good In the bright lights, Big City, it's
soldier Deep cover mission, rap spies be my folder I.N.S. a.k.a. J. Hunter, vocal gunner Known to choke-hold the funky drummer Hunter city tour for the