and you pull the strings / you think i?m a whore / i?ll play when you pay / you think you are god / but you?ve missed one thing / you?re the one in command
bodies, lots of funeral wakes Make your bones Bring a rat back dead just ahead A cop's better Use this beretta Snitch, bet your bitch She in a pre-dug ditch Cause I command
: Arjuna: 0,Lord!. Stop my chariot Between the two armies until i behold Those who stand with me, eager for battle And with whom i must engage In this
you are R. Monde returned from the dead Then what are you wanting here?" From nowhere I heard a mad cackle From nowhere a voice to me cried "Stop calling
hoes and (many) bitches (Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches (Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip (Plenty) stop for you
, lots of funeral wakes Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use this biretta Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch 'Cause I command
By these phony accusations Backlash and slanders Front and they publicity stunts and propaganda Keep it private 'cause I'm the commander In chief, I never stop
sick canvas Now I roam this dead planet Head bandaged, insane Preachin' God's commandment, feel me I move through the dark rages and won't stop Til
name - Rugged Man! Ride with us (Rug y'know the bitch beater) Ride with us (Suffolk County, Long Island) Ride with us (Dead broke black people) Ride with us (Dead
got flip a dime for them rock stars, I'm the richest, infamous, and they can feel this, Commander of them soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia, You can't stop
are R. Monde returned from the dead Then what are you wanting here?" From nowhere I heard a mad cackle From nowhere a voice to me cried "Stop calling
Commanding me to live I sentence you to die, die You can't stop me I'll just kill again You'll never stop me I'll kill until I'm dead Survival Survival
Yo Russell Simmons, this is your commander in chief Of your West Coast operations, Havoc the Mouthpiece My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West
bitch A hundred miles an hour, wanna rap my whip Asking God "Shit, where we going after this?" I'ma thug, a thug til heart be stop Til they pick me off
heat out Ready to stop all beef out Play me, maybe you will catch more gravy kid We ill in the back feeling on your ladies Dripped out dip promoter Dead
it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might See we hustle for them grands till the early light Follow my plan on command, leave 'em dead where they stand Ain't no stopping
Blasting our way through the boundaries of Hell No one can stop us tonight We take on the world with hatred inside Mayhem, the reason we fight Surviving
