i wanted to share, Some important details that you're unaware I want you to listen, i want you to care, I'll choke to death if i don't clear the air It
the blade, 'cos she deserved, Lord she deserved, to die in blood, squirm in gore, her smashed head in my hungry hands, on marble's floor so white so clear
toy with Boy with the big mouth Ya got time to riff? There's time to take you out Put a couple caps in your ass Cut your head off Send it to your mom
not mine to find. Heaven knows, all your Stars are on show, they last a lifetime, And your hands leave their Marks in the sand, they last for ever, For ever. It's clear
jerked without the jerkins The similes and metaphor that I be servin Goin right over their head, hah turbans I gotta (?) she a Persian And I gotta deal with
head Well it depends on the truth, huh See I'm realistic and everyday can't be terrific I just seen one of my boys get ticked off And put one of his
, your eye will get swoll up Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, holled up 'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth
is she up to scew and down to fuck it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of smut with a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles running through a house
to your head well it depends on the truth, huh see I'm realistic and everyday can't be terrific I just seen one of my boys get ticked off and put one
i'm painting The masterpieces You hear em on the radio babbling But the truth is traveling with the word As they're flying through the air like a javelin
gasp for air, deadly warfare Hot block cop and gold stares, shot's clear They fire was on July the 4th, Weapons get torn, fugitive slidin' off My force
'm from the land of them straight razor face beard niggas With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste rare niggas And I race scared niggas, them snake head
me see your sound language Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off Rollin' with my comrades Buddy and we all
lived with them on Montague street In a basement down the stairs There was music in the cafes at night And revolution in the air Then he started into dealing with
of hundreds to put their hands in the air An armed robber stepped to a bank And told everyone to put their hands in the air A Christian minister gives
After months of goin' crazy, there was nothin' left to say But when the dust had finally settled And the air had quickly cleared Whoa, things were better off
A soldier is what you is portray To burn London bridges They'll fall down anyways. Cause everywhere I look, (what) another's wiping off their specs, clearing their
