Blunt sunk wreck, go with the bad ass spliff Guess who's this 60's thug cyber chill Not about all my paper, not to get in it's my family It's all of a
the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pac's Master P....Thug Life and now it's 2pac Get back to that
up anytime she calls me. Because I give in to my lady anyway she want it, Licky Up and Licky down, Now let's, let's get it started. From the A.M to the P
say? (What he say, huh?) Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga) I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play Ese, I like
is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten
weeded Open fire, noww them niggas bleedin' See me in flesh and test and get your chest blown Straight out tha west, don't get blown My adversaries cry like ho's
they block is soft As for terror, I sever the best of MC's Look, little Mally G trippin' off these indo trees About to murder label's jerkin' but mercy
man haffi come 'Cause we murder dem, murder dem In case you didn't know, it's the P R A S Got strategies like playing chess Penetrate through your flesh
While you throw records into crowds just to say you have a hit track [Kuniva] Im the alcohlic Bring catastrophy to others Make you see murder like master p's
final outcome here Only pain and fear It's followed us both all our lives There's one thing left to see Will it be him or me? There's one more candle
tracks I'm bench-pressing The mic chord is an extension of my intestine Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessen My mind state is that of the S-P Connection
conniseur of rap See me, come tight like a pig in a bikini Please! All emcees know I be on my Q's and P's Even Run-D.M.C. is on a deadly disease High
widest in the click Watch Ugodz-Illa set fire to this shit [U-God] As the music gets louder at the top of the hour It's time to devour, cuz I'm hungry
swallow your best, technique and tactic Couldn't last one round, be careful it's the draft picks Niggaz get gun downed, get married to they caskets It's
they block is soft As for terror, I sever the best of MC's Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees About to murder label's jerkin but mercy
bench-pressing The mic chord is an extension of my intestine Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessan My mind state is that of the S-P Connection, Pennsy
its ferocity, and that the marble walls of the ancient shrine were, and still remain, stained vivid crimson with the spilled blood of the Orb's keepers
disciples drowning his chapels in blood The old Gods lie dormant [solo- P.S.] Dominion and thralldom Thy princedom awaits Mighty shadow - Death Amen Flesh