unu when me de open unu Puck unu, pluck unu, chuck unu, unu suck unu mukkunu Duck unu Bumbastar One, two, tree, four gal a watch me Five, six, seven
And by the time you all catch on, I'ma end your career And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on! I'll throw you off of ten
time you all catch on, I'ma end your career And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on! I'll throw you off of ten floors
Cadets Stumble On The Long March To The Viet' Jungle 'Oh Christ' I mumbled as I Drew That Card And My Mates Came to Slap Me on The Back With Due Regard
cadets stumble on the long march to the Viet jungle "Oh Christ", I mumbled as I drew that card And my mates came to slap me on the back with due regard
seen it all before Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes May scatter like a rainbow on an open sea Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
like God gave the Torah [Killah Priest:] It give me mood disorders, sadness, hopelessness I can only focus on it I gotta grab it, I wrote it on disc
hate you see Came way too late, but baby I'm on it.. And there's a fine line between love and hate you see Came way too late, but baby I'm on it.. Can
with his peers, different blocks, different years Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the
score plus seven more I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage like hail, electrifying the third rail Peep the smash on paragraphs of ruckus
bionic phonics scramble your cybernet Terminator 16 on the scene All around the world in seven days charged off, lime green Richard Reed on them seeds
1:] We're on the highway rolling to Californ-I-A Seven of us heaven love us cuz it's evil in front of us We must trust that G-O-D got our backs on this
' I weave through tracks like extensions (nigga) I'm ridin' for chips like on time on motorcycles And for looters to get trifle I'm like a chink on a
be on my shoulders Cuz the devil seent the rest Right on it through his binge's and Then poisinous Syringe's Beaten on my mama kicked the doors of the
weave through tracks like extensions (nigga) I'm ridin' for chips like on time on motorcycles And for looters to get trifle I'm like a chink on a Slason
from my Deuce Deuce Savon, can't be clowned [Ice-T] Saw the motherfucker got the critical beat down On and on the drama continues to ring For me, I'm
he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on
nigga got pissed And started reachin for his shit Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool Like I said before, you don't get a second chance dude Unloaded on
