?s peers And he?ll really be an asset if he can live for four more years He?s a veteran of the trenches so I put him on my team Because it?s time to bring
U gotta touch your toes oh I'm out Fuck a club I got a strip pole in ma house Six million ways to make it rain hold up Conflicts in ma chain from Mangolia
some lead between his eyes and a fist between his teeth most cats are all talk but i resolve all my conflicts due for 25 to life but never been a convict
blood, that make a child stop that's the rights of thugs that keep it wild hot I hate you, say a prayer to a heavenly father it's fatal, like a natal
strip and bang in a clip Slugs from a Desert Eagle mingle the click A force of habit, for me to let it rip across your attic Never violent with a silent
Smooth as a baby's ass, headed for the body blast, BUDDY Escapin through the ghetto, pigs BLOODIED Wilder than wolverines, run with a scheme team Meaner
em like denim and pin they back to the canvas [PM] Yo, who want this, who want nu-ttin but conflict Blow up they barracks with a C-4 brick [SS] WE MOVE
front of your eyes I'm from a city of conflicts Criminals and convicts Livin on the run baby Only havin fun baby She was just a friend so I never dug her A
who? Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu [Redman] Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
you (Yo, who you?) Doc I bomb shit til the Conflict's Crucial, I be the black "El Nino," I mean yo, I'm supreme like the team show witcha paid yo' cream
life with this shame I?ll speak the truth and free myself from this game So now you call me a trader, hater You just see me as a conflict bringer
you want but if you don't I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut Ah-say what you want, I'm workin for a cha-ohh Well alright, you little
needed sacrifices 'fore a crowd prevent us I'ma portray all the virtues, and vices, conveyin the contents A blue prism with four elements creates if the team doesn't conflict
smash metal like cinderblocks tied to gas pedals sjull spit a full clip chest left holy like a pulpit head and neck snapped like a bullwhip mind is an
ass for a job I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean yo he hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids you feel me? I'm a rhyme artist out here
you (Yo who you?) Doc I bomb shit through the conflicts crucial I be da black el nino I mean yo I'm supreme like the team show With the pay to cream
climb in, suck a 10 Want some ends? You outta there No more funny face, put you in your place Come be the dinner, I'm a bring a plate She's my ghetto
