him by his head His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was... Aw man! How do I say goodbye? It's alway the good ones who have to die Memories in the corner
death surely wants you With sharp and pointy teeth An animal so vicious No others fought and won So on the fields of battle We are the chosen ones
the drop Are we gonna stop? Shit man, never my squad go broke Your squad arti-choke, watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke Ain't no joke, when your ones
[ INTRO: Ice-T ] Yo yo, in the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what
while I'm down, I'll break your leg Money outweighing problems on the triple beam I'm sticking to the script, you niqqas skipping scenes Be good or be good
the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga Is the nigga that's standin' up last Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed Nigga got killed
puttin lame niggaz to bed You catchin hot ones to your dome for the stupid shit you said The game goes wrong when you're snitchin, to the Feds "Kill all
come from Cops is the only ones they gon' run from, that's it They puttin' they hood up but 9 out of 10 of us ain't got good luck You gon' ride on a
get sugar diabities Sweetie I'm a different species I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces What the fuck do I be thinkin'? Kill, kill, murder
get, get the God questionin' Can't find a job so you robbin' and hustlin' He killed marks and sold dope for cousin 'em Can't believe they would be the ones
back Or I would do it again to get the power back Have godfather status, make niggas bow to that You can all shine and glitter and keep the ones Fives
Uh, ooh, uh Y?all know what this is We used to ditch school and head straight up to the mall Just so we could be the first ones with ?em on Return to
ain't got no love to give For these drop shots who wanna be down Wanna be clowns, the fail ones I like how all that good shit sounds And I dare one
back 'cause my smoke don't stop, got me grooved to the curb, tryin to get this mill, deep down in Killafornia where they grow good kill, an my folks
fate to have Such a pitiful end, I'm popping Ritalin like they Skittles 'Cause when I sleep, I can feel it again and again and again And it's difficult, killing
I paid my bills in money orders when I was in the trap hella heavy When I used to quarterback that yolla Perm down to my shoulders trying to get it while it's good
t mind me, you'll find me (Don't mind) Rollin' the pine trees, women askin' to sign these Well okay, but you're gonna get me in trouble Nice ones, I