street talk, hood life, thug shit All that and then some, started this drug shit Cookies - we cooked that, highway - we did that Paper - we stacked that, bodies - we hid that
spread the word tell 'em who you love The Crew's Thick (Swollen) The Pak is phat (Swollen) The Beatz are bad (Swollen) Look at that, see that ass (Swollen
, now that's Hood... [Chorus: Killah Priest] Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess Enemies lie down while I'm clutchin' my tech It's on
molested Stead drum kicks like pistol in spinal You gotta dance and get round like a Rhino The DJ cuts with a knife like a surgery Sayin that the slice aint nice that's
bitch ass niggers ... buck em no, stay real, watch yourself and untouchable See that's what's wrong with you niggers, man But ... me and my dogs wanna fuck that
dumb that wasn't warned, help you Make it through the storm, my words to my first born, "Feel me" My words to my first born My words to my first born
and dammit I need that in a hurry Shawty flirtin while she workin, tryna (convince me to get) behind them curtains She said the word is that I make that
stop me that's JCOR They thought I'd crumble when it's rocky and stay poor Deus Vobiscum we playas go get some sprayers And hits 'em with layers of slayer inscriptions That
that's lookin like a foo And I guarantee that you'll be up for doom Until that the Hollywood terror You need the weapon That was kept up in the skeleton
m insane, now it's time to let my Motherfuckin' nut's hang and spit on you nigga's I don't need star's on my chest to make my fuckin' name bigger I'm
he?s good, He?s good, We got one, He?s good... He?s good We got ?em We saved ?em, he?s a go! He?s Good!
that might dolla, roll wit tha Bone, Mo Thugs of all her, changing remaining tha same, flamin my dank and drankin brew, thinkin bout that hangin, cleppin my
glock. And why bury Christopher Wallace? Cali's stressin' for Pac. In my Jam J's I bust a shot for Scott LaRock. My life is real like 50's beef with'
mac 11's better strap your weapons niggas thugs is who you be testin' Flesh: If you try that nigga will reckon wit my double glock pop that off leavin
Oh that nigga think he sweet (Yo pass that mac man) Yo not for nothin, that video shit and all that... Fuck that, (yo when I'm a hit that nigga all up
My album about to drop in 7 days But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan
dime Pistol on my waist gon' need a funeral at wake Cuz ima pull that motherf**ker dead in your face R.I.P I know my history run dmc But my girl is
Wipe That Off But I Thank You For Putting Me Right Back Lord And To You Father I Would Give My Life Back For It That Knife That Sword That Gun That War
