Lyrics:
Machine Head 11 Block

Hate breeds hate my eyes they have seen the decimation of all that is pure pure A system that feeds the machine with the blood, sweat and money of the

some say Im lazy wanna have my baby, aint gone get me locked down I cant get locked hold my glock, Ima come down hustlin rocks on my block, cause they

camera man, thats a Lambo' fam gun in the safe, the same one from Rambo hand i got ??, you know whatever chedda flyin my New York hoe in, 'cause her head

safe, the same one from Rambo hand. [gunshot] {DAMN! } I got a pack of? - You know whatever chedda! (huuh?) Flyin' my New York hoe in - cause her head

the willies wake up from they dream ock Or is it night time when we all grind till the green come I'm smoked out with a machine gun I'm in something all