The law's closing in on me... Just made a BOLO list Hear this confessional These are the tales of the mean fist The tales of the mean fist And to
of them for me ya heard me I'm sayin man I'll see you when I get there And I got to say Rest In Peace to all my dogs uptown ya heard me I mean I can'
me I want money hoes sex and weed I wont rest till my Row Doggs free Bomb First Chorus X2 We Bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die
I want is the money my cash flow and I'm leaving on the first thing smoking out to Cleveland We gotta get even. Even if it means I got to stop a muthafucka
to the fullest and rip rhyme with a passion but in the mean while if worse comes to worst bust a round or bust a verse whatever comes first Yeah! we
: The streets is mad right now Tell em why we mad Rappers whatever you call yourself Pack ya bags and get out of town Cause I'ma strike down on thee
broke All I want is the money my cash flow And I'm leaving on the first thing smoking out to Cleveland We gotta get even Even if it means I got to stop
then we were treated like dogs and wasn't shit And slowly but surely the shit changed From they fault,but if you black, then you get blamed A damn shame, that means
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Lil' children, dogs and cats Right now, you are listening to the incredible drum patterns of DJ Mannie fresh, fresh
Use to walk up say a little somethin take everythin a brother got just to speak You know she aint even gonna holla at you you know what I mean If a brother
glance at the 'Kiss 'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist Phonin' your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon And you know I'm still writin' the mean
is chirpin' (Hi neighbor) Niggas walkin' they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers That's my neighborhood, fuck no I'm from the streets of the BX Boro
Ok ladies and gentlemen This is Insane Clown Posse Another Love Song Phat or Wack? Yeah, I mean I hear what your sayin I mean you got carried away
into the street slangin them tapes Shoutout to Double A and the money he makes Esham, my dogs runnin on the east side My street gang's grown, muthafucka
at you mean carkas is thru The A.R. better stay in this car 'Cause I'm parkin it to Don't hate Brim cause I'm talking the truth My dogs is barking at
up to bat Witness the truth, niggas can't fuck with that Fuck those who disagree like these streets ain't mine Like the Roc don't mean somethin', glock
thats just a warnin before I'm swarmin ? ? ? ? always first at bombin Fool we tryin to Do thangs Who bang with connect gang Bang or ball Slang or brawl nigga Road dogs
they love it, rugged/ Put 'em all in the bucket/ Busted, lyrical killa to get dusted (Dusted) I can tell how you bite my style, you can mean good/ But
