hated rapper and the most hated group together like woooo! [Chorus:] mass murders natural born killas im not fuckin around icky icky ya ya icky icky ya ya mass
: (Right..) (Right..) Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria [Nas] Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start
not slang yayo If I can't get it legal, to the corner I go I never took pride, in slanging cocaine Never could get a job, but needed some mo' change C
ass How we do it LB fam style C'mon, uh, yeah, uh, what (Lost Boyz now, OK, alright, OK, alright, OK, OK, alright) (Cheeks) Many mistakes made, masses
rapper And the most hated group together like woo Mass murders, natural born killas I'm not fuckin' around Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya Mass
accurate, trade darts TL, slight tint DL, quick flash Smooth as a baby's ass, lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos, transactions, C
Right... Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter
hated rapper and the most hated group together like woooo! Chorus-- mass murders natural born killas im not fuckin around icky icky ya ya icky icky ya ya mass
Lumpur Capital city on tha go Kuala Lumpur You gotta get with tha flow Poetic Ammunition comin real for tha world *POINT BLANC* Skyscrapers towerin' the masses
Time keeps slipping, keeps slipping Time, time keeps slipping Time, time keeps slipping Time, time keeps slipping Yo, the only thing Major don't waste
in that ass How we do it LB fam style C'mon, uh, yeah, uh, what Lost Boyz now Okay, alright, okay, alright Okay, okay alright Many mistakes made, masses
us with the note "F", a humble bee "C", and so on. So it's not really music but it is (fantasy and reality) The massed ranks of the Blackstone military
second the clock ticks, I'm a attack ya [HOOK] The C-A-N dash I dash B-U-S gets the last laugh, before the critical mass In half the speed of a bulb
cut slicer, I wet ya Yo, I kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got Beeps on his pager 'cuz my flavor's like major Rhyme patterns intertwine with
Lord Make me stronger than all my enemies Because the R.O.C. is now My mind is in melt down As I puff upon the black mouth smoke Observing my enemies
hip hop That was somethin', I had identified with So I, made it my point to exploit this fly gift then Myself and RZA, made trips to the B.X A mass of ferocious M.C
[Kel Spencer] C'mon [Richie Sambora] (Dead or alive) [repeat throughout song] [Kel Spencer] Wanted dead or alive Dead or alive Yeah I see y?all
and not slang yayo If I can't get it legal, to the corner I go I never took pride, in slanging cocaine Never could get a job, but needed some mo' change C