than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down
Miss Money Jane Blind your ass, while you out looking for that money train If you look then you will find, but think about what you looking for [KO] 2-3 [JB] for [KO] 2-3
I hate you dead [Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody
is won and what's done is done, an all-good _Son of a Bush_ I've been there before, "got a letter from government" Slid underneath, my front door The
down you gotta stand up The record on the wheel reacts like a handcuff Your in a cage and this groove will bound you People in the club like bars around you The doors
M.U. niggaz keep our guns in the air, what? [N] Bout to lock the whole shit down, so holla at the dog [N] Bout to lock the whole shit down, so holla
city they wanna talk smack But they be so wack they aint worth dissing back (Worth Yo (???)) Nope pass it down the line, we call it the train Break yo
don't hear enough screamin I'm burning down your house Apocolypse the barbarian I kill humanitarians Pillage your village Slaughter your children And rape your women [Verse 2] Bustin through that door
reason Why we shouldn't slang crack and cocaine, nigga my pockets weak and So I'ma bring in everythang, then my G's ain't eatin' So the result is layin' you down
one chance to score Everybody gets a little piece of war Just don't ask about behind that door Hit the ground, get down It's coming down The door is coming down
they passin? out We mashin? out, we young Mula I got that 12 gauge don?t make me 1 2 ya 3 4 5 train bitch, suwoop If you ain?t on my train, bitch, cho
their names Party people going places on the D-Train {Stop that train, I wanna get off} Check it Trench coat wing tip going to work And you be pulling a train
than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, 'Apocalypse Now', the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down
the adventures of Miss Money Jane Blind your ass, while you out looking for that money train If you look then you will find, but think about what you looking for 2-3 for 2-3
Caddy doors In Southwest, we'll take it to yo chest And we got it locked like some niggas on house arrest Cause we ridin' [Chorus: Chimere] Ridin' on that midnight train
Last train to Mashville Girl, you got on board Packed up your medicines, left without a word Now you're strung out in Suburbia, waiting for that call
when their time has come On the streets of Britain, they're trying to grind us down Government pressure, communist foes all around We will keep fighting, the sheep behind their doors
on the shore I'll be the sole survivor Unlock your doors and let me in I'll be the sole survivor I'll bend you down and stick it in "5, 4, 3, 2, 1,