s gather up the peeps, hundred deep Ta to, tell em we can take it to the streets What ya want Ya counterfeit, ford bootleg MC's Whose the best let's
bodies dropping Its gotta stop I want to help But still I'm stepping Keeping my weapon Must protect myself The promise of a better tomorrow ain
who the team is I love that i breath with Swizz and Bone, nigga that's who we is Whatever the purpose it's Full Surface what chu call architects to hard
on white, it's tight from bumper to bumper, can't touch this For a little more juice, I supercharged it Yeah, his ride's tight but ain't tight like mine
to hoops, that's us, like namin' emcees and boostin' brought the news. Run through wussy pussy (...?...). There's the predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! Where's
familiar ringtone from my phone It's my bitch texting me telling me don't come home I'm thinking damn should I text back, why me My phone starts ringing it's
or old in the end it's what we after Even my grandpappy's happy, he got prescribed Viagra Grandaddy, grandaddy what's happenin' What's up, what's up
All men young or old in the end it's what we after Even my grandpappy's happy, he got prescribed viagra {Grandaddy, grandaddy What's up? What's up? It's
is on So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth But it's all, but it's all used up Break open your million dollar weapon And push your
experiments continue all through the night The doctors proceed with their tests Death is examined inside and out until the world's convinced There's no tomorrow
love's too pure to see another face Love's another skin-trap, another social weapon Another way to make men slaves and women at their beckon Love's another
is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten
bodies droppin', it's gotta stop I want to help, but still I'm steppin' Keepin' my weapon, must protect myself The promise of a better tomorrow ain'
If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin' from Look through our history, America's the
love each other. That's because none of us got any love in our childhood. And that's show biz, Kid. [Roxie Hart and comapny] She's giving up here humdrum
is on So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth But it's all, but it's all used up Break open your million dollar weapon And push your luck
;killa sin> It's all real over here <shogun assasson> Killa sin, 9th prince, what <killa sin> We don't give a fuck <lots of other difficult
to hoops, that's us, like namin' emcees and Boostin' brought the news. run through wussy pussy (...? ...). there's the Predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! where's