Russian Roulette, never lost a bet yet Bluffin' ain't my style, niggaz ain't sayin' nothin' 'Cause I'm buckwild without frontin' Raw to the core, I grew
raw straight from the Panama shores If the feds can't catch me then they make up a law Can?t take it no more, niggas is fake to the core My state pen
a lot of doors, I pimp a lot of whores I fuck your main gal and she down on all fours I close a lot of doors, I pimp a lot of whores I fuck your main
me trippin' I guess I've sold out, if they don't see me this winter The only thing I sold out was the Core States Center It's BooBonic, got blocks that
Hard to the motherfucking core we are. The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad. Run run, we gonna tear the head piece up. Uh huh, you don't want
't my steez Peep game, I plot on different ways to make these styles Ricochet through main frames The day-to-day theme is turn these fake teams gangrene My main
all my blood pour Now I'm bloody and I'm weak and I can't make it far Pulled out my gauge and I'm aimin at them bitches core He aimed back, I said, &
Stage with the curtain down Where I play the main role But no one's there to applaud I've grown old Thought my world's so cold Since i fold myself round na icy core
listened to you for long enough, Taken all your threats, and you ain't so tough. You intimidate, then punish the persistent hard-core offender. You condemn
crush they pelvic, bones, I blow up spot-slam microphones, Thinkin' 'bout pacing dog, adjust yo' tone, Fuck rhymin, I leave your eyes shinin' like chrome, Rims, Main
If biased, the facts all obscured, unrecognizable image of truth The masses comply while the cancer grows stronger Corrupting the core, deny and disown
ship is gonna blow do something I beseech" I grabbed a tribble and some chewing gum and stopped the warp core breach And I say, Bounce a graviton particle beam off the main
dans la savane. Demon One : Homologue " espece en voie de disparition ", Prit par l'invitation, j'fais echouer sans concession. D'instinct animal, j'suis un bouffe main
'walkman j'feature dans les cauchemards de l'industrie comme Darkman une pierre d'Gaza, projettee par les gosses philistins de l'intiFada, une main
Peep game I plot on different ways to make these styles ricochet through main frames The day-to-day theme is turn these fake teams gangreen My main vein
Roulette, never lost a bet yet Bluffin, ain't my style, niggaz ain't sayin nothin Cause I'm buckwild without frontin Raw to the core, I grew up poor Once
we would loose out Till Murder One came and blew the fuze out... [Murder One] Murder One fear no danger My main lady, the 380, taking out mothafuckas Hanging in South Park core
ship is gonna blow to something i beseech.' i grabbed the tribble and some chewing gum and stopped the warp core breach and i say 'bounce a graviton particle beam off the main
