sinned. Don't look at me. The End of Days has begun. The time is at hand, just wait and see. Last call to kill with god's will. Then they came to us from
gangsta ass niggas that been flowin' awhile Ayo, let's do it for the hood where there's alotta homicides at Where killers ride at and O.G.s reside at It's
without touchin' dice. Just pain and punishment from the Boogie Down Bronxter... D'Shawn the maniac street mobster. Refrain Verse Three: Lord Finesse It's the F-I-N-E-double-S
's ISLAND Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle This is a jungle where the murderers mingle This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room
BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!! [Billy Danze] Ayo let's do it for the hood Where there's alotta homicides at Where killers ride at, and OG's reside at It's
pain, a soldier story in vain You niggas gobbled by the game Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier story in vain You niggas gobbled up by the muthafuckin' game It's
opposite And I got the test results Im very positive That's why im on this track wit PRo because im supposed to give So potent portions of potion proportion into postin kids Of pain
change but this is just my life God, why is my wife bleedin?? Sheet covers her face, paramedics are leavin? Her eyes are closed, it's apparent she's
, I'm comin She said it's the same since I came and rained it's still hard You can stimulate the brain, feel the God It's hard to go against the grain, it's
that these people'll go to for crumbs Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do? That's when you find yourself talkin' to Pro Tools There's not too
lot of different MC's [sho nuff] Raised hell to alot of different degrees And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear arms To flare arms, whenever we fear harm It's
him out to Thugz Mansion Every corner, every city there's a place where life's a little easy Little Hennessey, laid back and cool every hour, 'cause it's
, love, thugs This is in yo' club (Club) Nigga pass the mothafuckin' drugs (Drugs) Just smooth a loop to my soundwave there's no sonic solution No pro
's shoot it 'Johnny Trabba the movie' I paid my dues, I sung the blues I've done pain and personal hell Pass me the phone I got calls to make This will
, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme you digest
's ISLAND Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle This is a jungle where the murderers mingle This ain't a place that's crowded but there's
God's plan, the hour's facing our man The sour feelings, the ways and actions of this man Suckas was the crew with the span That's like Muhammed & Jesus
, it's on yo Aiyyo it's it's it's just us? Yeah, it's just us Oh damn, whassup with some more jawns? Oh yes, it's just her and some weed y'know sayin
