. Coz I would shoot you down from the side, Just like you would me, We've lost nothing, and besides, I'll just become a thief. Someone's knocking on the
guns. Coz I would shoot you down from the side, Just like you would me, We've lost nothing, and besides, I'll just become a thief. Someone's knocking
whole faculty I got dubs but I thug and play hubcaps They love trap but don't need to tell and the bullets sell and your body in hell and shot 'em villians and
and macs Pay attention to gun blastin And fake buster harassin Smashin, dashin up yo street wit all the lights out Two choppers cocked ready to knot And chop up yo block Lock all doors and
and they run non-stop and the jams are hot, to the very last drop POP POP in your car or your Jeep or whatever Sometimes people buy 'em like two and
pages, broke down barriers of language and races, just call on the caped crusaders and leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic and we can play the back and
us. (oh woah) And nothing even matters. (woah) And nothing even matters. (eh) It's like the sound goes off and the people all freeze. They disappear and
the song kinda loud, it could help you out And you could work it out, yeah you could work it out It's like that, and a [Chorus] And we got it like that
stop my drive! I did it and make it multiply. Anything else is suicide. Enemy of the world ? that's I. Energy of an eagle. I see no evil and I hear no
you're down and troubled And you need some loving care And nothing, nothing is going right Close your eyes and think of me And soon I will be there To
come on!! you know i cant go the other way with out being trashed lost and strungout when together try somthing, going back to the question thats "what will knock
I'm rough around the edges and I'm reckless Rock mics from New York, Philly to Texas Eat rappers for breakfast, murder a beat Got peoples from Florida
Tricks up my sleeve, Now get lifted, To a place where reality is twisted. Nothing's what it seems, And everything is opposite. I will take the lead, And
confusion I'm white and I drop tight music Over looked, under used stop the presses y'all in class now and ya failed the fuckin' test kid Steady, politicking And
who drinks with authority and don't care My rap style is out there, your rap style is everywhere Don't sound like whats his name and so and so from down the block And
dark against your fellow man As sure as God made the day and the night What you do in the dark will be brought to the light You may run and hide, slip and
pages Broke down barriers of language and races Just call on the cape crusaders And leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic And we can play the back and
trying to shoot you, I'm trying to chop you into pieces and eat you Rap you in rope and glass, strapped to a soakin matress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and
