to what you love and put your trust in few This time you're dead fucking wrong You thought you had me but my will is strong This time you're dead fucking wrong
what you love and put your trust in few This time you're dead fucking wrong You thought you had me but my will is strong This time you're dead fucking wrong
in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin What is the meaning, when thugs cry? [Chorus: singers] Oh why, children send your child off to die In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs
-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate [ICE CUBE] Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror
ll never forget me When I'm dead and gone they're gonna remember me as bein one of the livest Genuine ghetto survivors when they gain terror inside I
sound so raw, cos im down by law, tryna play me cos im rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead
on his forehead make some moves Send flowers straight to his home put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong
City, And My City Ya Gotta Tot Fire!, Ova Town Will Bust Ya Head, Cuz It Wont Slide Brown Sub Will Wet Cha Ass Like A Dunk Rider Ya Dead Wrong Fa Thinkin
the brazen war chariot Bring back the bomb What makes it so wrong? Release the beast, you can't bury it Hoi! What makes it so wrong?
your life they will take [Chorus:] Attack take them by surprise, wipe them out! Ambush control from the start to the end The new age of terror! The new age of terror
I am a nightmare walking psychopath talking king of my jungle just a gangster stalking Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse Then dead as
dead body man (You can bring 'em to me) Call me the dead body man, call me the dead body man Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van All the
didn't realize Where I was goin I didn't wanna bother anybody Accidentally stepped on a dead body Hey motherfucker watch where the fuck you're goin (Sorry) I might be dead
you And if I really meant to do it Should I be a victim too Should I walk the terror stairs And see if all my terror fairs Amy isn't dead... Maybe it
and tortured And framed by the law And the filth got promotion But they're still doing time For being Irish in the wrong place And at the wrong time
we get in touch Believe you nigga You asked for the wrong thang nigga, hahahaha We ride, me and my Last Supper niggas, my twin niggas, my terror twin