a nigga niggas understand im bout to get a nigga catch my breath squeeze out dog till it aint nothing left cut niggas up like beef to the chef and you
kill no kids [Raekwon the Chef] Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y'all niggas is weak Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak Kids that's rich that'll, run
the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode [Verse Four: Ghostface Killer] Slammin a
the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode [Verse Four: Ghostface Killer
run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. Fo'
up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
nigga I need to pick up pace Nigga need a lick, nigga need no safes So ah let me get straight down to business I need me some distance to run when I
to get paid Cop some jewels too, act like a fool too, run an' get laid Ten million for the crib, put the gun on the maid Weed on the chefs, so I can
in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells My killas gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles Frontin' ass niggaz, go hang wit' Pharrell Tryin' to be a Cowboy, you catch
post-its hypnotize with hypnosis I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers Record-breaking the album Thriller Now access the
in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him
collapse, in fact turn to slush It only takes a second to die It only takes a minute to get high The hoods that I run with really don't care Bustin at
gun and kill this But still this, brother stays alive like Wyclef I'm steppin' through the house the rappers step to the left 'Cause I fry 'em like a chef
and blastmaster krs-one Lyrical styles weigh a ton Lord finesse, we know you got skills Come into the cypher and build Chill out, all mc I kill Come down
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo
the gods build You the first devil with a plate when the hog's killed You the first one to run from the war You the first one to run from Vinnie's gun
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers Record-breaking the album Thriller
