to what you got - always represent Handed down from the old to the new We built this scene - the rest is up to you Handed down from the old to the new
whole crowd like, how ya do dat? Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat Yo, I hit these Rmcees with the grip of death
bad cramps Intestines looking like chitlings All we need is hot sauce, my pork eaters, go and get rid of 'em Kites and death threats, ya'll keep sending
Walk with me, yeah Walk with me, I'm goin' to war, I'm goin' to war You never know when death's comin', all you hear is gunshots Lil' kids get to runnin', old
foes to who you was doin everything fo' But I cut 'em off and move on to the new checks New friends chasin my new ends with new threats Watchin my dreams
hand on that crack And he out there lookin' for tear that come black 'cause he know that smack on a comeback He was nothin' but 9 years old doin' nothin
metal out We make niggaz shit, make niggaz piss Niggaz humble when my duns rumble Go ahead pop your gun, we got those too This ain't nothin' new, you ain't a threat
caves bringing real pain to all... leading black death to this world... creatures born from ancient fears trapped until this new mystic eclipse... this new
carefully controlled, Why else would fiction have such licence? We are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths, But when the real deaths started on
snatch jewelry Murder braids throughly Fuck what color you flag I'll blast through your pagely Get a warning from me Blood still gotta drip I don't send death threats
offenders fate, the new Secure units for the old custodial sentence. Well we have listened to you for long enough, Taken all your threats, and you ain
for it to stop they said, That we should build new umbrellas because we're Stuck in our own rut. I say, blow away the rain clouds, For the new horizon
I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man, a O.G. Some niggas will conversate with liers all day, time pass Nah, lemme start somethin' else Soul on ice, death threats
old man and breathe the breath of life I tried, to just accept, He's my savior But jealousy forced me into sacrilegious behavior Enraged like I was no threat
's like the Large Professor In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a Refa-ree in soul control of my Destiny, in the best of three out of
that little ring on my finger Always felt like a ball and chain to me All those threats I made about leavin Suddenly became reality She released me from my death
hate us wit a passion Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be flashin Here's a Tunnel banger Wu-Tang death
