Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four Winds blowing through her hair
've been doin' Every since I came out the womb, I've been booin' Runnin' with straight killers, guerillas, and real niggas It's kill or be killed with
one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford and all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas As a young nigga, I'm almost ?swellin? in the wind Give
yourself down around Mobile, Make it on out to a club called Jack's, If you got a little time to kill, Just follow that crowd of people, You'll wind
as I kill your juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal Devils worship this like an icon Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python [Break] [Verse Four
night Without a tone Four winds howl into the night It's cold and wet Horses, black and danerous Horror runs my blood Tyrant The beast, comes to kill
in this....) Make it rough (We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles) [Verse 1:] Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me When
You got ????? away You got your 24 karat gold pierced earning in your nose Twenty four years and you still don't know which way the wind blows You got
Find yourself down around Mobile Make it on out to a club called Jacks If you got a little time to kill Just follow that crowd of people You'll wind up
three. Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me. And the choirs kept singing of Freedom. Young Carol Robertson entered the door And the number her killers had given was four
roses On their lids cold winds blow over the ditch Where the laser pray of that snitch Hollow tips go in clips, four in the whip Peep around the block
The Horsemen stalk We headless motherfuckers and we lacerate Don't you know the shit could get real when you wind up smoked? [Killah Priest] I spit volcanoes
the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, with the 'dro in the wind [Trick Daddy]
like that, I'm livin like that.. .. for, you wack MC's" [Nas] Currency is made in trust of the Messiah I'm spending it to get higher Earth, Wind, and
my draws That's why I push the pedal to the muh'fuckin floor With ten per cent method, only plug something poor and still I keep it funky like four plus
s the Wu niggaz man) aiyo [Raekwon] From out the air space, I'm rockin' leather pants in the tenth grade My pen blaze, now we in the wind gate, killin
anything today the only way When we start to rock We never want to stop again Hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights The Four Horsemen
3:] The demons are gonna kill me I feel it comin' I'm a little piece of love and a pit full of `em gunnin' The pit is the planet damnit it's full of killas
