So I slap you in the face with a lead pipe Teachin kids what pops taught you And he's a funky ass biggot too Fell short of the due respect Don't speak
cut More are stuck as slaves today than ever before Mesure the deception of war from oppression and more Abandonment is purly the common fate of many slaves Becoming unproductive due
I lose it, I'll put them blown in fuses There's no explainin', no escapin' and no excuses Move if you true, the kid is due, let my niggaz through Gettin
soul crisis (yeah) all praises due To Allah's my idol, eyo so Dominicano (get 'em) On the streets, squeezin' them 16 shot Germans Up north, had beef with
remain calm During the crisis." Please stay tuned to this station for further bulletins. [Track 5] [Announcer 1:] "In just a few moments, Mr. Black is due
like how that sound front desk callin? telling? us to hold it down, nox because we rollin? off dem mollipops we rebel and ghetto like wyan-da da- dotte waddup, KCMO kck nigga north
breathe I'll be your rail Just know that we will always prevail North, South, East to the West side Put this on the booth, it should be world wide North
in the hidouse The Bronx in the hidouse Verse Two: Newark, New Jersey, rock rock on, word is bond I'm comin in swarms, so turn your flashlights on Due
: [Chorus] Listen to the tales of this Northern Cali killer Take it for what it's worth but recognize a blood spiller So far I've been lucky but enemies
The Bronx in the hidouse, The Bronx in the hidouse Newark, New Jersey, rock rock on, word is bond I'm comin' in swarms, so turn your flashlights on Due
see The Shadow of a demon appearin I'm hearing the voices that tell me to do the evil shit that I do And you know that I'm due so I do when I cast my
closer you can see The Shadow of a demon appearin I'm hearing the voices that tell me to do the evil shit that I do And you know that I'm due so I do
you in the face with a lead pipe Teach the kids what the pops taught you And he's a funky-ass bigot too, fell short of the due respect Don't speak when
i like how that sound front desk callin? telling? us to hold it down, nox because we rollin? off dem mollipops we rebel and ghetto like wyan-da da- dotte waddup, KCMO kck nigga north
Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef It's real shit North of Death, home of Philly Uh, chea uh Lights is gettin' dimmer Night
now children, help mama get packed We're headin' up north and we ain't comin' back, we're busted We're busted, yes we're busted We're headin' up north
in the zone, I lose it, I'll put them blown in fuses There's no explainin', no escapin' and no excuses Move if you true, the kid is due, let my niggaz
