Tekst:
Fighting With Wire

on mud tires, let's ride Back in the day Potts farm was the place to go Load the truck up, hit the dirt road Jump the barbed wire, spread the word Light

thick as a convict's Bomb ticks, my heart beats as I rhyme over hard shit Watch this, the nigga that you didn't think could do break through with the

gal dem make we give it to them with stamina... [Chorus Yankee:] [Verse 3:] you gotta let it bounce aqui esta el mas guillao welcome to my house of pain wired

Houston, Texas, makin' ya mark On my block, we're cuing all the time, playin' Dominoes Keep the swishers sweet down Until my mama goes back inside then we can fight

in the paper 'bout a man killed with a sword And that made my think of my friend George People said the man was five foot six Sounds like George with

, I was doin' Lex persuin', niggas wired like Western Union Short like next to Ewing, head for truant, his set was ruined Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out I'm from a cocaine block, with

All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill Disrespect with an indirect and

don't know about Fatback With the different color records they had back in the days You know what I mean, the belt driven turntables With Technics joints with

crowd to a choir, hot wired space ships Fed niggaz who I hate with, I be Apocalyspe, Tales of the Crypt Raise the dead out the realm with a 6 Overwhelmed