way where ya friends, this shit about to end Fed pulled up in a Benz wid a set of twins what it do [HOOK: Sample looping] [Verse 2: Fed-X] It's the
shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed
Thought they had us beat when they took our kids But the battle ain't over till the black man sings Words of Wisdom But the battle ain't over till the
you know [so we'll never have a doubt] If you want love just let me know so I can Turn you on [just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on] [3x] Turn you
: [Intro: Krayzie] Stay on the grind and rise on up, give it all you got [x5] [Verse 1: Krayzie] Shit, we done come up a long way We crept and we came
a come up, doin it for the love of money 1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before But we never
pencil is the only time I aim lead. But me and your girl gon' wake up in the same bed. Wiping her mouth, Claiming she never even gave head. I'll murder K-Fed
before?" "Nope,never" Da reject all over his face You see no confession,no case Then my boy started illin',talkin' and tellin' Son of a bitch-he was a snitch Drama [x
: (feat. Beanie Sigel, The LOX & Sauce Money) [Sheek] Fuck -- shit is real right here Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckers Don't get
control And I'm calling you out just to let you know This is rumour control Ah-oh, Ah-oh, Ah-oh [x2] Sweetie it's easy to see Stepping all over my feet
around like a faget and never come near here. You like gossip, cause you be snooping around for truse kid. You're fuckin met the wrong man. Cause somebody fed
: Alright (Repeat 28X) [Hook] Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn motherfucka burn American Dream Don't everybody like the taste of
the street tinkling pixie dust over greenery never to obtain another level of con-science only to test, to poke and see why laying here, they scheme over
me one bad bitch so I can spoil her Mase wanna be the one you respect, even when you're vexed Rock Versace silks over spilled brunette Got green never
m fed, you'se dead, that's said, no more wet The cameras is rollin', bitch, quiet on the set [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] You can never front on, jump
beat bump(through her in the trunk) [x2] I'm bumpin everything that beat like gangsta shop I bangs the rap in her ear til she gives thanks to that Never
' with nerve will for sure you gonna die, She's so broken I can feel it. [x2] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Im talkin' about, years... years of Fed Dalleny, but
judgement day (Ahh, soon there be comin the judgement day) [Xzibit - starts over Chorus] Yes, uhh, breathe with me C'mon.. listen, yo I know you're fed
