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speed, fast as an F-fifteen Raise the heat, light the gasoline Overload, it might cause a blackout Dead end, there's no chance to back out Hit the tripwire
ever gonna stop us now Bobby, make this world digital Bobby, your love is so digital Spell my name, B O B B Y B O B B Y, Bobby, repeat after me B, B, O, O
[skit plays for first minute or so of track] [Ghostface Killah] Congratulations, we have refreshments and glass bracelets Avian water's ya choice, put
wasn't for children like Cannibals raidin sicilians Outro: the delphonics After the smoke is done Wu-tang-o-phonics number one After the smoke is done Wu-tang-o
Plug W-O-N Brother freak it live for this tribe Now let's ride down the highway of vibes Pushing that we start cause the soul says please Cutting back
feel the wrath of Somethin' that you wished you hadn't of And all I can say is back up because I'm bout to act up I get the stash from the back from the
out the battery backs Fuckin' with mine keep it movin' Now everybody just throw your hands in the What the fuck, fuck? Peace, who this? Mind detect mind, I P.L.O
tougher (Love) All my niggas get (Love) All my bitches get (Love) Scream (Love) L-O (Love) 'Zino (Love, love) We got (love) for them bastard children
Verse 4: Joell Ortiz] I should be the one that goes slow Get a stopwatch, clock my flow Hit the button on top watch the drug drop O O dot dot O, Yaowa
need a remedy to help us through the rain Can't you see I'm straight O.G.? Fuck you niggas, think you can fuck with me Now that pimp is gonna jump back
The realest brother, you Nicole Kidman, one of the others Children shiverin' under the covers The man in black, the tilted fedora hat I'm bringin' it raw, you never want your money back
like I gotta see a thug nigga ill as me The ill will in me, I rep that willingly Step back enemies, death tracks feelin' me Six blocks, losin' my mind
like Stet I'm on fire 'Causin' pain like a runaway train you don't stop Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top I'm the J R O, not J E R U
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs
21st century crime for you being born U.S. currency got me itchin' my palms P.L.O. killer tactics like I support a fact Dead back was the feedback, Park
) Please my children need and I can't find a fuckin' way What can I say, I'ma stressed ghetto soldier I'm shell shocked from a back block off Saratoga
This goes out To all the big head niggaz And all them big head bitches You know my steez-o Yo, yo, yo, yo Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic