RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on Ring the bell so it's time to eat Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats, bomb inside the palm Doc rock
' bumpin' M.O.P To catch a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three (Da ruckus) With the mic I blast men on sight So off the hook Atlantic, Bell had
I should be put on display, for the display I'm displayin' Half you niggaz are dyin' and all the rest are decaying I'm doin' tracks in motels, steady rockin' girl's bells
But, this is why I direct the shit and Thinking it would all sink in like quicksand Cut now it's done, what now it's won Like the Wild Wild West it's
got get on our shit like nats do Police's be on my tip like hats do But I just stay strong like blacks do Never saved by the bell in a black school
fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid And walk the streets up in the wild like I don't fuckin
Snackwell, smack like a Bonne Bell Talk with the tic tac on the Startac wait hate that It's Rap gettin tired Booty Call of the Wild -I'm snorin Like
(a. bell / v. clarke) (woah, woah) Don't know what you've got 'til it's gone. A hint of the scents, then it's gone. Look at the state of you, You're
em up smoke 'em and take those fuckers out I don't follow I got the hollow point shell With these swell headed busters yo I ring bells You don't know
I heard the bells on Christmas Day their old familiar carols play And wild and sweet the words repeat of peace on earth goodwill to men I thought as
watched With faces hidden here while the walls were tightenin' As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain Dissolved into the wild bales
and more, darlin') That's what Christmas means to me, my love (That's what Christmas means to me, my love) I feel like runnin' wild As angels and a
forever to you my only one It was special I can say it was another one You would say someone's knocking at my window Someone's ringing my bell, ding
-lena, go-gal-go Well the school bells are ringin', everybody went out Goin' to the shag, gonna shake it all about Bop-a-lena lookin' like a rose in the wild
y'all talk shit like little children When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building 'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck Wild
even put my hands on Before I had the doe to put my fams on Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryin' to get a gram off A wild adolescent, raised