Songtexte:
All Out War From The Bottom

rise and shut them out. Exploiting the work for too long. Another empire's coming down. Vengeance from the bottom. From the victims of deceit. Flames

made a killin in the water killin with da water Against all odds and I will not stop They try and keep me on bottom but I prefer the top And my project

re driftin' too far from shore. Driftin' too far from shore Driftin' too far from shore Driftin' too far from shore Driftin' too far from shore Well these times and these tunnels are haunted, The bottom

im out of his uniform Leave him wit' his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all

you can form Slap up a cop and then snatch ?eI?fm out of his uniform Leave him with?f his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from

: Where my real niggas at Theres a lot of real niggas out there Theres a lot of real niggas everywhere Thats why you don't fuck with just anybody A lot

The Rock is cooking? [Method Man] Yo, yo, this is it y'all, Summer Slam, Summer Sam'd out It's Thursday Night Smackdown, there's No Way Out Now you

I guessed that he wan't hearin me (Uh) Convince his self that he wan't fearing me My niggas all killers, from the bottom straight to the top Ride wit

The heavy metal knock you out of your mind {"break 'em off somethin"} Now how many really gon' ride, when the war start? Eaten alive by these hollow-tip