club or a set Hip-Hop's the new WWF What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggaz love to forget We got til it's gone, you think you on, you still hustlin
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keep it type raw, and know exactly what we fight for When the nightfall come, we in the right war Cats who spill blood for a cause, not just because Defy the authority
that we face Cause wearin of certain clothin can get a brother a case Talkin pants, Air Force Ones, and a baseball cap It's casual, but to authorities
Mad Child] About to drill ya with a killer combo King Kong, Godzilla and Rambo Marker author, ain't no bitch I'm down to die for Rifle in your mouth
Shoulda' Protect ya Neck And do they think they got me? (I don't know) They seen ya picture, baby? (Don't think so) Now do your mission and while you were thinking
tess my skills, '96, my third born Word born, vicious like he held him tight, and mellow hobby I'm the father and the author, change my name to Masada
? If there was two forces, and I split them down the middle I could swing back and forth for three days, rephrase If I had two horses and I beat them with authority
they generatin news stay loose with facts Relate fake views that'll keep us attracted like sheep so we don't think, never react Never question authority
peoples that be knowin' the time Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter, up ya lighter 'Fore we spark, check it out Southeast to Pennsylvania Transportation Authority
Yeah, don't get it fucked up This shit is realer than you think Goin? out to all them niggaz getting? cream Drivin? them beemers, them NSX's, them Lexus
, to be seen walking around with you Go to the store and buy a brew and rock a rhyme or two So you can bite it, you taste it, you like it You think I'
Dockin' this boat No hope I'm shackled Plus gang tackled By the other hand swingin' the rope Wearin' red, white and blue, Jack and his crew The guy's authorized
Them n****** belong in a sorority, ain't that a *** Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence You gon' stop f****** with them warriors from New Orleans And I really think
tool, they was cruel Said I'd be no rapper, but I did work and became one Now it's a cryin? shame, I'm buyin? thangs And they got debts, they got to pay back I think
not Never been a harder rhymer in my region globally That's holdin' me I'm totally hard and bossed up Why you think that the majority of the rap musical authority
catch me home alone Up seven o'clock, while you trying to find me on my block I'm at the airport, you think I'm strange, boardin' the plane Turn off