Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one My mon methtical come
ya We battle one time, you're dead, no sequel (Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal) -- Q-Tip You know we're number one Competition is none
and sometimes fire With no more then a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen I shot the stars out of the sky When each one fell sparkling to the ground
Sarah Palin be the only cougar I put a gun to What type of spell am I under? You want a beef? Take a number I wonder why these younger rappers wont acknowledge
followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials Keep supplier's name confidential Crooked cops started buckin' at us Made a turn to a dead end, but froze 'cause the cops had us I grab the Tec and started
ODing and bullets [Baby] All i know is gun slanging and head banging Too many disrespected And lived to sang it Drop change like a motherfucker Fuck them niggas If a nigga outta line
the block start to get numb They expect it its fresh when the new sh-t come It grows, let 'em know they can fix around Railroad, rap hot tracks one and
A Peez Paradise "god bless every livin mac thats out there" "a mouthpiece is way more powerful than a gun, know what im sayin?" "i wus born this way
'My line of work is considered by some to be a... a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors, and there are others, that are
busy man" I found a telephone number On a laundry slip I had a good, hardy jailor With a six gun hip He let me call long distance She said, "Number,
my life begins These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them 'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz And my number one plan to kill a man
you took tabs The mental grave, one Jew buried under the dug plot The walk-in drug spot, a nice picture for me the mug shot, what? Chorus One 2X [Goretex
mind, yo All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about vinyl They said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up Because I'm Public Enemy number one One, one, one One, one, one One, one, one
one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena
they both Oh yes, they both reached for The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun, Oh yes, they both reached for the gun for the gun. [Billy Flynn] understandable
mat Nasty nigga, make ya beleive that im a classy nigga But im far from that average joe that you know Use people for sheilds at shoot outs That i started