never knew how I'd feel then This is how I feel I can't remember Recall All-American All Stars Now all America's All Scars I know from my past lives
: [Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga! Plaahahatinum.] Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by
quick to past tense your present, state of the slum Kill four play the drums face one Their course was now, the snake tounge, I'm deep into this I sometimes
math magnified caves splashed in ash mud Travel back before your wahs, laughs, graf, grass, and cash was The dew on day one back to the past before your
you gon' get shot by A drank and some hot fries Slowly eating me up from inside to outside Well you gon' die anyway, right? Wrong I plan to live forever
with blood in a bucket We from the hood were these snakes, when you spit they try an d dub it I got a european attitude and ready for russia My hot flow
one love, trust for liberty This world would be a better place, get what it takes In a race to racism replace the snake in em Bad ones, want to spend lives
t heard yet But I won't battle MCs, but we do handle beef with these Competition to me means an enemy Ask some of these niggaz past, nothin' but snakes
Don't ever try to front like you know me or my people By the way vordul did I bite? Vordul: "yea right!!--thats fantasy lie snake trife"
Yeah, we goin' platinum nigga, Platinum Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfucker
will have your whole gang lynched I started smoking dust and been insane since This rap shit was a great gift The other night some snake riffed And got a hot
blood in a bucket We from the hood were these snakes, when you spit they try an d dub it I got a european attitude and ready for russia My hot flow,
hot and we can't take it It doesn't look like we would make it, So let's just forget, You know it's hot and we can't take it It doesn't look like we
city and spot blown I got poems that burn more ears than hot combs I motivate, live on stage, there's no debate Babs, you got time in the pocket, throw
ghetto residence quick to past tense your present, state of the slum Kill four play the drums face one Their course was now, the snake tounge, I'm deep
FBI tape In verse of the State Lost the case and gotta fry date Ninety ninety eight, day of July eighth Some cats get ta stack the hot papes Live in
what you want, what you really really want, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha. If you want my future forget my past
