What have I done to deserve. Deception arises in actions and words. Exposing their lies uncovered a nerve. In time we strike, justice is served.
style to the 24th hour Pay the price that you could't deal with Cold blooded killers in my LockDown click Got no time to waste, we tickin time bombs Street
time, I've seen a lot of people come and go. A lot of new faces, been to a lot of new places. Wherever we went, we always held it down. While we conquered
dying, we don't care We just want to feel good It's all over, we don't care We just want to feel good No- we can't compromise like that No- we can
check So whats it all about? (bout) And where we gonna run? (run) Maybe we can meet up on the sun Discretion is advised For the blood emergin eyes We
stalkin through your airport [*BZZZZZZT*] with a chunky nine [Street Life] The undervolt Staten New York Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court (Method: One time
we projected, erect it, perfected All the way live, yes we in full drive No jive when I abide, we have a ride With a Stet on the set, us you won't forget We
, thou shall not kill I obviously ignored it 'cause my blood shall not spill So I chose to squeeze first put you 6 feet deep in the dirt And watch your cold
we want y'all to know we still hold the title. Ambush, We still hold the title, theres no survival, y'all should get live. Ambush, We strike without
the back of armanbella Now who, don't believe that cash must rule I don't eat beef, I slap blood out of Purdue Keep a Wallace mic, mics on strike the
the deafening silence which once ruled the planes, the creature is unmoved by the commotion and the noise, and the blinding fork of lightening which strikes
we don't care (We just want to feel good) (We just want to feel good) (We just want to feel good) We just wanna feel good We just wanna feel good
Yo, the saga begins, beget war I draw first blood be the first to set it off My 'cause tap all jaws lay down laws We takin' what's yours we do jerks rush
how on the block niggaz will kill you for cash But never raise the gun and cry out, "Freedom at last" The cold war is over but the world is still gettin' colder
Lyrical projectiles with no mercy I'm cold blooded like reptiles Touch a pregnant bitch and make her give birth to a dead child Every time I flex styles