pedal to the metal, win or lose But don't lose your nerve Some people live in fear If you can call that living I'm gonna keep my ass in gear And take
and a blunt, it gets toxic But fuck it, pass the la, let's get high I'm goin' in shootin', does any man wish to die? This ain't metal gear, solid, you
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on Precious metals round our necks and arms We tear it up y'
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) We tear it
, you know I try I try, I try I try, you know I try [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Yo, it's all ghetto in gear higher, the floor settle More metal for beef that
, peace Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me
motherfucker I'm busy! [Chorus] [Kool Keith] This is my land, fuck K-Ci and the Sunshine Band Wack-ass leather gear with them metal chemicals around
There's only one thing, keeps me on my feet I may be greasin' the wheels in a noisy factory And I may be hunched over metal machines Watching the gears
m crown Royal sit back laughin' while y'all plans foul Y'all funny style, you'll never make it to trial it ain't a game kid World premier, metal gear
Burning down the avenue Carburetor's breathing Feel the torque push on through Hear the tires screaming Pedal to the metal Drop the clutch and run Now
conquer you Built of metal gears Spears to run you through BETTER METAL SNAKE [x4] Now go seek devour Inject your poison And take their lives away BETTER METAL
alias 'polar bear' brain tied like the S & M freak shit cold like the ice your servin up my drinks with stick shift, fuck the automatic rollin up in third gear
don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no fear Strapped with full metal gear
. 1 painted on the side He may be young and he may be small, But you ought to see him drive Tearing it up through Conrod straight, Tyres chirpin' every gear
, drive, drive Hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive Cars slide by with the booming system Like New York is Fallujah with metal gear using Christians
in chains We ain't have shit growin' up, now we blowin' up Hundred G's is sho' price low enough Ghetto struck, layin' in da cut with the metal mack
sit back laughin' while ya'll plans foyale ya'll funny style, you'll never make it to trial It ain't a game kid. [Verse 4: (Rhyme Recca)] World premier, metal gear
haning around kids playground Looking for cheap thrills We're adding to their fears They don't like how we look Our hairstyle or our gear Ignorance only