poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your
Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh Wanna say what's up to all Them real ass niggas out there feelin' this thug shit And fuck all y'all
Caddy On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies I'll be damned if I let a nigga breathe, indeed I grieve for the war, what's next? It's all
get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member Once he got pinched
thats all black, more critical wit tha mack Are russian war, kick it they bitches and fuck'em all ? like squad, they all talked, I stuck'em all Yall niggas
In the middle of a bad dream All you wanted was to be proud, Like a rough little Soldier, There's a place where the soul ends Comes through like roses, Comes through like roses Looking down
So you can suck out cuz I spit bars on the mike then I duck out and if I'm in the place then get the fuck out you come across me blood your lucks out
out your name You run till you're heaving it's hard when you're breathing Only the smoke from hell's flame Darkness is calling you down you are falling
It's happening every day y'all (right now) Everyday (right now) Right now (good mornin', Vietnam!) Listen Brooklyn wins again It's the Stuy, it's the
I remember the first war The way the sky burned The faces of angels destroyed I saw a third of Heaven's legion vanished And the creation of Hell I stood
is, is all a war, as it is, so shall it be) (If being is what it's about, I is) (If being is what it's about, I is) (What goes up, has to come down)
to drill ya all my enemies buggin? for all the shit that they did don?t make me murder you nigga if my enemy?s love their kids Body?s is wrapped in plastic
When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh, I said, oh, yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh, I said
get it clear, Brooklyn, Vietnam Yo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all Lay down nigga It's the ill Na Na Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y'all
And rip town, I take one look around And all you hear is, "Get down, get down, get down" Knowledge reigns supreme, I stay on blast That's why these
's in Hades Regime! 'Til the plate's clean My brigade'll swing a blade at the mainstream Until they pay me Regime! Until the Heavens fall A weapon's kept
need your help, and I'm not askin' it nice All in life it's been paramedics All my life comin' up all I heard "Is There A Medic?" A youngin', all I could
Make you erase shit, niggaz won't say shit, but DJ's you ain't shit 'Cuz you don't play shit, unless it's that gay shit I'm straight off the slave ship