Horizon I Brought the Pain and I Sought the Horror I Fought the Masses And I Surpassed It. I've Slain the Weak And I Had the Power Yeah! Hey Man Get
the Horizon I Brought the Pain and I Sought the Horror I Fought the Masses And I Surpassed It. I've Slain the Weak And I Had the Power Yeah! Hey Man Get
keep it real} Yeah, check it out y'all (put down the, put down the gun son) {Put your guns down, throw your hands up} It's on like that y'all word up
, and that dough in your girl breasts How dare you try to stash yours in your drawls What's mines is mines, what's yours ain't yours Get his whip, watch
champ is me, see, it ain't no runner ups I'm catching wreck because I'm getting vexed You can forget it if you think you're going to get it and rip it
niggas For real, let's go [Chorus: RZA & Tash Mahogany] You better get that money, no matter, what you do You gotta get that money, and represent your
G. Deini He beeny on the cell, seen me? You need me, you read me Captain over, get that weed to me The champion, the vigilante Ask me what the surface
, fifty cultures Play the couch, posted, count your money, hide your toast in Black tea, sucker free, ask me, clappers is free Metal knick knacks, get slapped in your
yours The world is yours to everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is yours The world is yours Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours Long Island, yo the world is yours
need to augusta You bet we going to get crunk We pressure in a trunk When I catch second hand from your dank whenyou flame your skunk Then take all your
[raekwon] Wall to wall.. that's my word I want approximately.. everything you got The verdict.. that's right Yo... Call me the black champion guess down
get rich My role models frank nitti, scarface, and john gotti Real gangstas, that's bout it, bout it Chorus [c-murder] Throw your muthafuckin guns
y'all niggas finished Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all finished Can I live, huh Can I live, Joe your
stay, then get away the toupee And ain't no lookin back, Feds got yo ass jacked Put you for a stack, then whip you with a black mat Motha Fuck your boys
hood say Clack the black off a nigga make him see the light My overhand right'll violate your civil rights We get bars, big cars, cigars 12 gauge salute to your
down, Hot Boys and Zoe Pound Nigga we tear it down(4x) [Golden Child] I'ma cocaine dandy, get it down and champion Don't get it for until yo' dog, if
, safety of Steady, five Berreti ready To chop or get chopped, son, don't let nobody know Go handle your business, champion winner Victorious, leavin you questionin this with medicine Curin your
it Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it Shame on your label, for
