: Prepare for the battle, prepare for the war Prepare for the real Street Fighter blood war The third of the third, prepare to die for Your life's on
*in the the background of the chorus*] Yea, this is the power, true power Showin and provin [Inspectah Deck] I once asked God to forgive for my sins Bent on my
is mine, I'll give my life before my word fail I'll give my life before my word fail I'll give my life before my word fail I'll give my life before my
this time! For theses babies coming up we have to try and save their minds! And whoever has the microphone, remember the blood is on your hands! You
for you. Come in." ) Mary, Mary just a whore for the underground They made you pay in guilt for your salvation Thought you had them fooled? Now they've sent me for
waiting for you. Come in." ] Mary, Mary just a whore for the underground They made you pay in guilt for your salvation Thought you had them fooled? Now they've sent me for
rang out My servents they are blind. ...check out his head blow. Cock like a reload... I'm the man with hands. Suffer is cold ...my bloods flowing... ...
you really did shit Thinkin you deserve my spot, well thurr it is then Gave niggaz time but now I'm back with a few of my friends Lunatics 'bout to do
a second time around, put it down We'll just live now, there's no reason why you shouldn't, everything is up to you All you gotta do is just, live now
know that's my style, to hit you at the right time No other compares to what Nas write down Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get
warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin Lil' Blood
will Chorus: One for the money two for the show Three for the homies who got in the back door One for the money two for the show Three for the honies
is moved and justifies his power The tyrant laughs for in his mind he is supreme Yet as the sun sets lowly in my heart a nation is broken And the youth
a flick? Y'all niggaz just started some shit, the underdog Makin songs for them hogs, and them Bloods and Crips For the shah by the mall with a Muslim
out of me The quest to find my inner uglyness is over The secret to my failure is easer than being sober If my self loathing hatred killing your high yet
dry your feet. By such instructions you prepare A man for Boogie Street. O Crown of Light, O Darkened One? So come, my friends, be not afraid. We are so lightly here. It is
Another hour yet And then I'm yours And all our debts are paid. JAVERT The man of mercy comes again And talks of justice JAVERT Come, time is running
One day more! Another day, another destiny. This never-ending road to Calvary; These men who seem to know my crime Will surely come a second time. One
